#it’s not Halloween for me anymore but shhhh

[timeofjuly]

Trick or Heat

Summary: You’re sitting at the kitchen counter, laptop in front of you and trying to get a little work done before you’re pulled away for the evening, but you’ve written and rewritten the same sentence six times now, and each rephrasing is clumsier than the last. You just can’t focus. It’s like first date jitters, maybe, if the first date in question involved an hours-long, magically fuelled sex-fest that’s been scribbled in underneath October 31st ever since the calendar was purchased. You feel hot (ha) at the very thought of it. Whether it’s a sexy hot or a nervous, sweaty hot remains to be seen.

Sans' first heat with you happens to fall on Halloween. Missing out on trick-or-treating, you find, is a worthwhile trade-off.

Notes: Merry Halloween lmao here's 5k of horrortale sans/reader porn with feelings

Tags: NSFW!!!! Smut with feelings, heat cycles, established relationship, fluff, oral sex, unrealistically enjoyable shower sex, face-sitting, multiple orgasms, size kink, reader has a vagina.

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Before moving in with your boyfriend and his brother, you didn’t use a physical calendar. You never felt the need to; your phone kept track of your various appointments and commitments and why bother pencilling in haircut at 11am when you’d get a reminder text from the salon the day before anyway?

That fast-and-loose attitude served you well when you were single, but these days, a calendar sits smack-dab in the middle of your fridge. Sans’ occupational therapist had been the one to suggest it; she’d rightly pointed out that leaving sticky notes for himself around the house isn’t a very effective memory aid, considering that he’s prone to forgetting about the notes themselves.

Sans had been less resistant to the idea than he’d been to the other mnemonics the OT had suggested, and so the refrigerator calendar had gone up. It wouldn’t be out of place in the home of a WASP mom of four; Live, Laugh, Love is proudly proclaimed in flowy script at the top of each page and the image for each month is themed in accordance of whatever holiday happens to fall in it. For March, there’d been a picture of a rabbit surrounded by colourful eggs with ‘Hoppy Easter, every bunny!’ written beneath it. For October, there’s a scowling cartoon woman, broomstick in tow, with a speech bubble saying, ‘this is my resting witch face’.

Sans, obviously, had been the one to pick it out. You’ve peeked ahead and you’re looking forward to watching him flip it over onto November tomorrow; the Thanksgiving-themed ‘Thankful, blessed, and mashed potato obsessed!’ spread will undoubtedly give him a laugh.

First, though, you need to get through tonight.

You’re not nervous, exactly, but what you’re feeling is too sharp to purely be called anticipation. The feeling flutters against your sternum, a lightness that sets your heart ticking just a little faster than normal.

You’re sitting at the kitchen counter, laptop in front of you and trying to get a little work done before you’re pulled away for the evening, but you’ve written and rewritten the same sentence six times now, and each rephrasing is clumsier than the last. You just can’t focus.

It’s like first date jitters, maybe, if the first date in question involved an hours-long, magically fuelled sex-fest that’s been scribbled in underneath October 31st ever since the calendar had been purchased.

There are four things written underneath that date. The first, in your handwriting, is Halloween! and the second, also in your handwriting, is pay power bill (shit, you better do that now).

The third, in Papyrus’ handwriting and taking up almost all of the room, is PAPYRUS’ SPECTACULAR HALLOWEEN EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

Then, written at the bottom, so small that your eyes strain to read it, is heat.

You feel hot (ha) at the very thought of it. Whether it’s a sexy hot or a nervous, sweaty hot remains to be seen.

Either way, you feel like a virgin on prom night. All of the monsters in your life – even Papyrus, mortifyingly, who is the last person you want to talk to about your sex life – has assured you that you’ve got nothing to worry about, and you’re not, not really, save some lingering concerns about your stamina and your ability to walk tomorrow.

This is just new and new things are inherently a little scary, but you’re not going to let your irrational fear of failure ruin this for you. Not today, insecurities, not today.

Papyrus left for the Halloween festivities over an hour ago and Sans is napping on the living room couch – apparently tonight’ll take a lot out of him and it’s normal for monsters to sleep more than usual in the days preceding and following a heat. For Sans, who already dozes off at the drop of a hat, this means that this is his third nap of the day.

You close your laptop with a sigh, giving up the pretence of actually getting any work done. No point bullshitting yourself for any longer.

You decide that you’re going to have a long, hot shower. There’s some personal grooming you want to do before Sans wakes up and you’ve got lingerie that you purchased for this specific occasion to change into. You don’t normally bother with frills like that - neither of you are particularly fancy people – but you feel like you should make this special.

Sans is still asleep when you creep through the living room to get to your shared bedroom, sprawled adorably across the couch. A little line of drool leaks from his slightly open mouth and the sight of it makes your chest feel all warm and soupy.

God, he’s so cute. You love seeing him like this, so unguarded and peaceful and soft.

Once in your ensuite, you strip off your clothes and turn on the shower. You test the temperature of the water with your palm. Steam is billowing in soft sheets from the water by the time that you deem it to be an acceptable heat.

You step into the shower, sighing as the heat cascades over your head. Your hair sticks in wet tendrils to your face and neck. You hope that you can get it dry before your boyfriend wakes up.

Washing your hair is always a pain, but at least it gives you something hands-on to do to distract you from the tension slowly curling in your belly.

You and Sans have had dozens of conversations about today. In the beginning, he hadn’t wanted you to be here at all, worried that he’d be too rough with you. You’d scoffed at that, certain that he’d never hurt you, even by accident, and you still stand by that sentiment but after he’d explained this heat business to you properly, you’d understood his concerns.

It still feels like a strange term to use: heat. Too animalistic. Too wild.

Neither of those words are ones you’d use to describe Sans. He’s always so careful with you, so cautious. So afraid of hurting you, or even scaring you. Even in the throes of passion, he always has a firm leash on himself, no matter how hard you try to shake it off.

The idea of him, uninhibited, unrestrained –

You press your thighs together. Shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself.

Sans has explained the biological side of it to you a few times, but so much of the explanation had ultimately boiled down to it’s just magic, babe, so you’re still not sure that you entirely get it.

You have the basics down pat, you think; some monsters go into heat roughly once every twelve months.

Why some monsters and why every twelve months, you have no idea. The fact is that Sans ticks the first box and it’s been the allotted time. Even without checking the date he can tell, apparently, when a heat is coming; his already sharp senses have grown even keener over the past week and of course there’s the sleeping. There’s been some other stuff, too; he’s been all over you for the past week, even more so than usual, bringing you blankets and food and drinks. Making sure that you’re happy and comfortable. It’s been really nice, but he’s bashful about it, so you’ve done your best to not make a big deal about it.

Thank stars you managed to convince him to let you stick around for it. It had taken a lot of cajoling and promises that you’d leave if you so much as felt uncomfortable, but you’d done it.

The only downside is that you’re missing Halloween, but whatever. You can gorge yourself on candy any day of the year. The kind of ravaging you’re expecting is well worth that sacrifice.  

You finish scrubbing shampoo into the roots of your hair, your head haloed in suds. You’ve washed the rest of your body in the time that you let the shampoo sit on your head and it’s well and truly time to wash it out. You turn the cold water tap a bit higher to temper the water a little and then close your eyes and duck your head beneath the spray.

The water feels lovely against your face, soothing the tension between your brows. Eyes still closed, you bring your hands up to your head and begin rinsing the suds from your hair, going section by section to make sure nothing stays soapy. The sounds of the shower fill your ears, raining down on your senses.

Hard phalanges scrape against your waist from behind and you gasp, eyes flying open. You’re immediately assailed by a blast of water directly to the face, a little going into your mouth but most of it mixing with the shampoo and flowing into your eyes.

“Fuck!” you hiss, vision gone blurry. The hands immediately fall from your sides.

You grope forward blindly, searching for the towel you’d slung over the shower door. The soft fabric meets your fingertips and you drag it towards you, wiping your stinging eyes.

“sorry, sorry, sorry,” a deep voice chants into your ear and the words are familiar, but the tone isn’t, filled with a new urgency. “you okay? didn’t mean to scare ya’.”

“It’s okay,” you say hurriedly, feeling awful at how torn-up about it he sounds. “It’s just soap.”

“sorry,” Sans repeats. “thought you would’ve heard the door open.”

You blink a few times until your vision clears. “Nah, I was totally spaced out.” You throw the towel back over the shower door and turn around to face him.

Sans is completely naked, the majority of the space in the large shower taken up by his bulk. How the fuck he manages to move so quietly, you’ll never understand. It probably doesn’t speak well to your situational awareness that he managed to just sneak into the shower without you realising, but that’s a worry for another time.

He’s looking at you with a concern that makes your chest hurt, his single eyelight unusually fuzzy and scanning your expression for pain or panic. There’s none to be found, of course, but you’re sure that the shampoo’s made your eyes a little red, which might be giving the wrong impression.

“I’m fine,” you say, reaching up to press your hand against his skull. He’s warm to the touch, even to your shower-flushed skin. “Everything alright with you?”

He doesn’t reply verbally, but he leans into your palm with a sigh and some of the tension fades. You let him nuzzle into your hand for a moment, enjoying the intimacy, but then you remember that you’ve got half-rinsed shampoo in your hair that you need to finish washing out; it’ll make your hair go dry if you leave it sitting for too long.

“I’ve got to finish rinsing this out,” you explain, gesturing at your sudsy head.

“can i do it?” he asks you, hands fluttering towards you. “i wanna do something for you. i wanna take care of you.”

Aw, that’s sweet. You’ve showered together before, of course, but Sans has never offered to wash your hair for you. For a moment, you wonder what’s prompted the offer, but his hands drop back to his sides – you must’ve taken too long to answer – and your eyes follow them down and land on –

Oh. Yes. Right. The heat.

Well, that makes more sense. It’s clearly started. No wonder he’s climbed into the shower with you in the nude. Hell, no wonder he wants to wash your hair; he’d warned you that he might be a little more demonstratively affectionate and attentive.

Your gaze lingers on the slate-blue erection straining towards you for only a second before it shoots back up to his face. The same blue colour lightly stains his zygomatic arches.

“Sure,” you say, voice gone a little husky. “Hold on, I’ll turn back around.”

You step back under the spray and spin around, your backside to Sans, and tip your head back so your hair is under the cascade of the showerhead, but your face stays somewhat dry.

“Go for it,” you say over the sound of the water.

Heat prickles across your scalp when sharp phalanges slip into your hair. You hum, staticky pleasure flowing from your head and down your neck. You let your eyes flutter closed. The pressure and lack of give in Sans’ bony fingers make him great at giving head massages.

He must step a little closer, because something hot and hard bumps against the small of your back. You shiver, goosebumps tingling across your skin.

It’s difficult not to relax completely into the head massage, but as nice as it feels, you realise that all of the shampoo isn’t actually being washed away. No wonder: it’s not like Sans has any hair to wash and you can’t imagine that he’d have done this for anyone else before.

“You’ve got to part it a little to get all the soap out,” you say. You tip your head a little further back and to the side to demonstrate, letting the water wash away another pocket of shampoo.

His fingers comb through your hair and then begin to wash a little more rigorously, going section-by-section. “don’t worry, babe, i’ll do a sud-sational job.”

That startles a laugh out of you. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m rooting for you.”

The remaining shampoo is soon washed away, but Sans continues with his ministrations to your scalp with one hand. The other hand drops to your hip, where he rubs little circles with his thumb into the slick flesh. You cant your hips back towards him, pressing his cock more firmly against your lower back.

The hand at your hip tightens, sending a thrill shivering through you. His hand is so big that you can feel the tips of his phalanges digging in close to where your thigh joins your pubic mound, whilst the base of his hand rests on the outer curve of your ass. The reminder of how big he is compared to you – fuck, it always gets you going.

Looks like your hair is going unconditioned today. Ah well; you’ll use a hair mask tomorrow to make up for it. You have far more pressing issues at hand.

You step back through the water – keeping your eyes firmly shut – and into Sans’ embrace, his hand dropping from your hair to curl around your torso. It wraps around your chest and settles on the curve of your breast, his fingers toying with your nipple. You can feel his cock throbbing against your back, so hard, especially considering that neither of you have touched it yet.

“This heat thing is no joke, huh?” you say.

His fingers pause on your breast – you and your big mouth. “nope. are you sure that you’re okay with this? i can stop-.”

“Absolutely, one million percent sure,” you say firmly. “Never been surer of anything in my life. I want this.”

“yeah?” his voice has gone a little shivery. You much prefer this to the worried, hesitant tone of before. “yeah, you want this? want me to make you feel good?”

The hand at your hip dips a little lower, brushing at the cleft of your pussy. It reminds you of how very badly you want to be touched there.

“Yes, please,” you say and because you know that it gets him every time you use his name, you continue, “please touch me, Sans.”

You hear him exhale shakily and then blessedly, finally, his hand slips between your thighs. You groan, head tipping back to rest against his sternum. His phalanges trace along your outer labia, using your wetness to glide against the sensitive skin, before moving inwards to slowly circle your clit.

“i'll take good care of you, i promise,” he mutters against your ear. “spread your legs a little for me, babe, that’s it.”

The words send heat spiralling in your core and pull your muscles tight. It normally takes loads of foreplay to get Sans talking like that, voice pitched even deeper with need, and even more to for him to take the lead like this.

You hurry to spread your legs, glad for his arms around you to keep you from slipping on the shower tile.

He uses the extra room between your thighs to play with your clit a little more firmly, touching you exactly the way you like. Even over the roar of the shower – which you should really turn off, neither of you are really underneath the showerhead and water isn’t cheap – you can hear how wet you are, hear how his fingers slip against you.

“Fuck, that’s good,” you sigh, feeling him gently slip a finger inside of you to gently press against your g-spot.

Your eyes had been closed but you force them open now. You want to watch.

You look down the plain of your body, taking in the hand cupping your breast, the other between your thighs. His hands look huge between your legs, bones thick and long, pleasantly textured against your skin.

“say it again,” he urges you, hands speeding up. “tell me how good i make you feel.”

“So good,” you gasp, feeling the heat tighten in your belly. “So fucking good. Please don’t stop, oh my god.”

Another finger is slid inside of you and they both tap in tandem against your g-spot whilst his thumb rubs tight circles against your clit and it only takes a few moments for the dual stimulation to build into a crescendo. You let out a strangled moan as you come, feeling yourself tremble around his fingers and letting your head thud back against his sternum.

Sans groans against the top of your head and you feel his cock pulse against your back, warmth seeping into your skin.

It takes you a moment to catch your breath and trust that your legs aren’t about to collapse underneath you.

“I like this heat thing,” you breath.

Sans huffs out a laugh behind you. “aw, you tuckered out already? told ya you should’ve napped with me before.”

You turn around to face him, pulling faux indignation to your face. “Hey, don’t count me out yet. It’ll take more than one orgasm to wear me out.”

His browbone quirks, an expression you see on him so rarely, and sweet affection rushes into your chest, overlapping with the lingering buzz of your orgasm. God, you love him so much.

“is that a challenge?” he says.

You get the feeling that you might be biting off a little more than you can chew, but you’re not backing down now. “Sure is, baby. I’ve got stamina for days. I wanna touch you first, though. I owe you one.”

His smirk gives way to bashfulness. “i – uh, no you don’t, babe. we’re both one-for-one.”

“What do you mean? I haven’t even -.” You pause, remembering how he’d ground against you as you’d come. You twist your head back to see if any evidence remains on your back, but you’ve been standing under the water, so there’s nothing, but Sans’ face says it all.  

“… holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” you say. “Bed now, please and thank you.”

The water is hastily switched off – Papyrus is going to flip his lid when he sees the water bill for October – and then you’re shrieking with delight as Sans lifts you clear off your feet and into his arms. You blink and then you’re being gently deposited into the soft sheets of your bed, still completely soaked.

Sans looms over you, knees caging your hips with his arms bracketed around your shoulders. His single eyelight huge and fuzzy. It’s trained on your face, unmoving. His ribcage heaves. Something crackles in the air around you, so palpable that even you, human and magic-less as you are, can feel it dancing across your skin.

“I think that takes the record for the shortest shortcut to date, lazybones,” you say breathlessly.

You’re expecting a clever quip in return, or perhaps a joke or a particularly horrific pun, but he just sucks in a low, unsteady breath, eyelight moving down from your face to laze down the length of your body. You can’t help it: you squirm under his discerning gaze. Your heart is racing, beating a frantic staccato beat against your ribcage and even though your skin is wet and rapidly cooling, you feel hot.

“See something you like?” You’re trying for coy and cocky, but it comes out a little strangled.

“fuck yeah,” he breathes, and then his mouth crashes onto yours.

The kiss is intense, but not as urgent as you’d expected it to be. If anything, you’re the one moving things along, wrapping your arms around his clavicles and hooking your leg around his pelvis to draw him closer. That’s one thing you’ve always loved about sex with Sans; everything is deliberate and considered, never hurried, never rushed. Apparently even heat can’t speed him up.

His tongue licks a wet stripe up the column of your throat, making you hiss. His breath comes out in hot pants against your neck and his teeth just barely scrape against your skin.

“I want to -,” you start, sliding a hand between your bodies to find his cock.

Your wrist is caught in a bony grip before you can reach far enough, and your hand is pinned above your head. His face is still buried in your chest, laving wet kisses against your collarbones and between your breasts and you can hear him mumbling, you think, whispering something against your skin.

You give a cursory tug at your wrist – you’re not interested in breaking free because this is way too fucking hot, but you want to see the reaction the token resistance gets.

Sans fucking growls against your skin and holy shit, you need him to touch you, right now.

He pulls away from your neck, leaving your chest heaving.

“sit up,” he says. “wanna eat that fucking pussy.”

Sounds good to you!

You rush to sit. You’re a little confused when he lies down in the place you just vacated but then you squeal as Sans grasps your thighs and uses his hold to abruptly flip you around and then up, towards the pillows, towards his face, hauling one of your knees over his head.

Off balance, you curl forward and brace your hands on his iliac crests, chest heaving. It’s a struggle to stay upright.

Your hips ache with the delicious stretch, knees planted firmly on either side of his skull. His phalanges dig into your ass, guiding you to press more firmly against him. You try to pull yourself a little higher to give the poor guy some breathing room but he just tugs you down even more and, to your delighted surprise, actually gives your ass a little slap.

It's barely a slap at all, really, all sound and no sting, but coming from your normally shy boyfriend, it sends new pleasure throbbing through you.

Okay, then; if he wants you to ride his face, then you’re going to ride his fucking face.

You roll your hips against him, feeling the soft slickness of his tongue and the unyielding press of bone against your sensitive flesh. You’re tentative at first, but his hands start moving in tandem with your undulations, urging you on, so you take that as a green light to speed things up.

It feels so fucking good. The wet slide of your pussy against his mouth, the way his tongue follows your motions to stimulate your clit. Your thighs tremble around his head.

God, you must be making a fucking mess of his face and just picturing it makes you clench.

You can feel your second orgasm gradually building, waves of heat pulsing in time with your hips. Then you’d be two to one, you realise. Pretty unfair, considering that he’s the one with the raging biological (magical?) need to fuck.

You’re loathe to move from your position on his face, though, so you’re gonna have to get creative.

He’s too tall for you to reach his cock with your mouth – you love the size difference ninety-nine percent of the time, but it makes certain positions impossible – but luckily, you’ve got two perfectly good hands.

He grunts against your pussy when you wrap your hand around his cock, the other still gripping his hipbone to keep yourself upright. It’s so hard, twitching in your grip, and when you trace a single finger up the underside, it drips with a bead of precum.

Trying to time your strokes with the rhythm of your hips, you touch him the way you know he likes best; slow, firm motions, lingering at the head. You’d normally use two hands for this, but you don’t trust yourself to stay seated with your core strength alone.

He seems to be enjoying himself just fine anyway; even muffled through your body, you can hear his grunts and moans. The sounds and the feel of him in your hand barrel you closer to orgasm, heat pulling tight in your belly. You’re still a little sensitive from your first orgasm but with you controlling the pace, the extra sensation only makes it better.

A particularly firm slide of his tongue against your clit pushes you over the edge and you come with a cry, grinding down onto his mouth.

You’re shaking as you slide off of his face, rolling to the side to burry your face into the pillows. Your thighs slide wetly against each other and the whole of you is singing with pleasure.

You crane your neck to look back at Sans, but he’s already grabbing your hips and hauling them upwards and backwards towards him, your ass high in the air and your face buried deep into the pillows.

You go to pull yourself up onto your elbows but then you feel his fingers carding through the sweaty hair at the back of your neck, the base of his hand ghosting along the top of your spine. It’s only the tiniest suggestion of pressure, but you get the message all the time.

You let your elbows collapse underneath you and fall back onto the bed.

A wet, toothy kiss is pressed to your hip. “so good for me,” he says.

You moan something insensible into the pillows and spread your legs a little wider. A huge hand presses between them, spreading your wetness along your thighs. Everything feels oversensitive and tingly; you’re not sure if you’ll be able to come again quickly, but you’re excited to find out.

The blunt head of his cock bumps up against your pussy, glancing away from your entrance. It rubs along your clit, slow and lazy and so fucking huge.

It can fit inside of you – mostly, anyway - but it takes hours of careful prep-work and rivers of lube good quality silicone lube, and as relaxed and ready as you’re feeling right now, trying for penetrative sex without some dedicated stretching is just a bad idea.

You press your thighs together, wedging his cock between them. The base of it is hot against your clit and the head nudges at your lower belly. His hands grip your ass and slowly, he begins moving.

The slick grind against your clit is just enough to make new arousal spiral through you. You press yourself back against him as much as you’re able – not a whole lot you can do with just your ass in the air – but you’re soon lost to the sensations.

“fuck, babe, you feel so good,” he says, hands tight around your hips. “so fuckin’ good.”

Your response is lost to the pillows. You’re drooling, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

He starts to speed up and you press your thighs together even tighter, increasing the friction on your clit. You feel – you feel fucking wild, out of control, lost to the incomprehensible magic thrumming through the air. God, you can’t believe that you were nervous about this, that you were worried that you’d fuck it up. This is perfect.

A hand grips your shoulder and tugs you upwards – you’re loving all the manhandling tonight – and you pull your hands beneath you, leaving you on all fours. Sans curls over you, ribcage pressed to your back and skull pressed to the side of your neck.

“love you, so much,” he rasps, scraping his teeth down your neck. “you’re all mine, aren’t’cha? tell me.”

“I’m all yours,” you agree. You decide to risk losing your balance and snake your hand down to touch him. “Want you to come for me, baby, make me yours.”

The combination of your words and touch makes him cry out. He throbs in your hand and thrusts harder. Such indirect stimulation wouldn’t normally be enough to get you off, but you’re so turned on that you careen over the edge anyway, tired muscles clenching around nothing. It’s the softest orgasm of the night, the least intense, but no less satisfying for it. You feel him coming too, spilling on your hand and belly.

When the orgasm fades away, it leaves bone-deep exhaustion in its wake. Your arms collapse underneath you and your bottom half soon follows suit, your shaking thighs failing to hold up your weight.

“need a break?” he asks you. You can hear the amusement in his voice and as annoyed as you are to prove him right, it makes you so happy to hear him sound so happy.

You groan in response. Speech is beyond your capacity.

It takes you a second, but eventually you unearth your face from the pillows to look at him with bleary eyes. Part of you wants to insist that you’re good to keep going, to push through the overstimulation, but your bits are starting to go numb.

“Maybe just a little one,” you concede. You roll over onto your back to face him, careful to avoid the wet patch.

He looks so pleased with himself. So satisfied.

Warm fondness unspools in your belly, bringing a flush to your cheeks that has nothing to do with physical exertion. You’re so fucking lucky.

“what’s that look for?” he asks you, tilting his head the way he always does when he’s trying to work you out and fuck, how can one person be this cute?

You resist the urge to grab him by the zygomatic arches to smoosh his face between your hands, but it’s a near thing.

“I just love you a lot,” you say. You look back down at his pelvis; no dick. Satiated for now, apparently. “Wanna have a quick nap before the next round?”

“stars, you’re perfect,” he mutters, making you grin.

“Yeah, I’m the best,” you agree. “C’mere, lazybones.”

He curls up next to you and you snuggle against his side. It’s always a bit of challenge to navigate your soft, fleshy bits with his sharp, pointy ones, but you make it work. He lets out a contented sigh as you settle in his arms, your legs thrown over his femurs.

You doze for a few minutes, soothed by the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.

“sorry that you’re missing Halloween,” he says. “could’ve bagged some good candy.”

“I’d take staying in with you over squeezing myself into some Party City costume to totter around the city in this freezing weather any day. Trick-or-treating is overrated,” you say. “And I’m sure Paps’ll be happy to share.”

Sans hums. “hope he brings back some of those hershey’s things.”

“Kisses, you mean?”

“well, if you’re offering.”

You sigh into his clavicle. “That was one a stretch, even for you.”

But you press a quick kiss to his teeth all the same.  

Sleep tugs at your eyelids; loathe as you are to concede defeat, you really are tuckered out. The bed is so comfortable and warm - the company’s not too bad either - and the room is perfectly dark, save the gentle shine of the glow-in-the-dark stars Sans has stuck to the roof.

“Shit.” You sit up. “Fuck, I forgot!”

“what’s wrong?” His voice is a little groggy.

“I forgot to pay the power bill.” You’re going to have to get up - and put clothes on, horror of all horrors - and go into the cold kitchen to get your laptop. “Urgh, sorry, I’ve got do it, otherwise they’ll hit us with a late fee.”

Sans tugs at your arm. “relax, babe, i already did it.”

You pause your attempts to wiggle out of his grip. “What?”

“i already paid it,” he explains. “saw that it was on the calendar. you can chill.”

“Oh, thank you, calendar,” you say.

“hey, what about me? do you doubt my cents of responsibility?”

“Thank you to you too, then. I really don’t want to get up,” you say, settling back down next to him and curving your body into his.

He huffs a laugh against the top of your head. “good, ‘cause ‘m not letting you outta this bed for the foreseeable future.”

You can only muster up a yawn in response. That sounds perfect to you.

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Why hello!! I hope I do this correctly, I kinda sucky at this pft

Call me Moon/Raccon/Alpha!

I am 27, so feel free to choose nsfw or not. Up to you!

I go be he/him and kinda consider myself sorta trans? Not 100% yet on that. I am 5’2, so kinda short. I usually have short hair or many colors. Usually blues or greens, but right now I have pink! I wear glasses as well or I’m blind as a bat. I also am more or less gay if I’m able to say that lol interested in men basically. I’m pretty open to the idea of Polyamorous relationships though depending on the dynamic.

I do selfship so if you see a sally face f/o on my list shhhh, you saw nothing. I’m very curious to see who I get actually hahaha

I draw a lot, so that’s my main hobby. I do craft at times though. I’m a huge gamer, and love music. I’m pretty easily interested in most things.

I do have ADHD, anxiety, and such. So I am kinda a hot mess at the best of times l

Personality wise, I like to say I am loyal to a fault, always putting others above me to help them. Once I get close to someone and become friends I become quite attached to them, not clingy though. I love attention of any positive kind, no matter what.

I can have strong emotions and have small outbursts at times. And hyperfixations rule me with a iron fist. I’m not exactly A social butterfly, but I do not mind chatting with people I like. Otherwise I’m a bit of a home body and would prefer to just not deal with people.

I adore the rain, and water but can’t swim. I love autumn and Halloween! I like to collect random things(think rocks, a weird random toy type, or just anything else that’s oddly specific)

I’m not much of a reader though, but I can happily focus on shows or movies and such. But I do prefer games over any of that.

I adore cats, but I like lost animals. Dogs, snakes, birds. You name it i probably like them. I’m just a animal person honestly.

I do like spooky things. I have a huge fascination with horror content, and have a pretty strong mind for horror so I don’t scare easily. Even if it’s irl spooky stuff. Though I may over think if it’s dark out. Imagination is my own worst enemy pft

I don’t really know how much this helps but have a random picture also

I don’t know what you need completely cause I sorta suck at these, but if you need anything else please DM me! I’m happy to give anymore info if needed hahahah

Hihi! I absolutely adore your aesthetician!

Your new f/o is...

Travis Phelps

(Art credit: Deviantart: @emporerimpress)

So this one is gonna have kind of an angsty start

It's a Travis matchup, what did you expect?

When Travis first saw you, you reminded him so much of Sal

The blue hair

Your height

The obvious lean towards everything spooky

If you had a mask instead of glasses, Travis would've have thought you were Sal

So of course, Travis was a little mean to you

He can't help it

This man never really learned how to deal with those kind of feelings

And they scare him quite a bit

So what do you do when you're afraid of something or someone?

You try to prove your dominance, even if you're not that dominant at all

So Travis acted like a third grader for a while

Luckily you noticed it for what it was, just like Sal did

And one day you just asked Travis out

You had to

It was glaringly obvious Travis wanted a relationship

But he just couldn't form the words

So he hesitantly said yes, thinking this was too good to be true

So even though Travis' initial attraction to you was due to your similarities to Sal

Travis quickly got to know you and fell hard

Slipped, tripped, busted his lip, and fell in love

You might be a hot mess.

But you're Travis' hot mess

Spoiler alert: I like to headcanon that Travis survived the fall when he pushed Kenneth into the pit by landing in Kenneth's body

After that, Travis wasn't as angry anymore

His main tormentor was gone

And Travis could finally be Travis, after all those years

He could finally be the Travis he showed you

Travis really appreciates your fidelity

He never really had a ton of people to rely on

So it means a lot to him that he can always rely on you

Travis actually puts a lot of work into making sure you can avoid your outbursts

While he doesn't mind them too much,

They tend to make Travis nervous

So he tries to prevent them if he can

Travis also loves discovering new things

He didn't really have a chance to actually be a kid

It was more about survival back then, so

Now Travis wants to experience as much as he can!

He cherishes all your little gremlin collections, especially if you give specific items to him as a gift

That rock?

It's more valuable to Travis than any diamond could be

It doesn't matter that you found it at the park

They'll have to pry that rock from his cold dead hands

Due to his childhood, Travis didn't get to have any gaming systems

Kenneth said they were from the Devil

Kenneth said a lot of things were from the Devil

So you're gonna have to teach Travie how to game

And yes, please, call him Travie 🥺

It makes him blush until his cheeks are a rich, dusty pink

I can see Travis also taking in strays and lost animals, too, from a very young age

So the two of you can be foster parents to the misfit animals of the area!

Even though Travis isn't huge into horror

He's a scaredy boy

He'll humor you with your movies, shows, and horror games

Just make sure to hold him close when he gets scared

Travis has a vivid imagination too

So be ready for lots of "I just had a nightmare" cuddles in the small hours of the night!

[nana-n-nono]

Don't mind me posting late

Happy Halloweeeeeeeen!!

So of course I caved into the popularity and I 100% bullied Jen into dressing up with me, but listen!! We look good okay!!

We didn't do anything particularly elaborate this year either. Since it was squid game, we of course made some dalgona and we tried to make it a little more spooky themed with these cute Halloween molds instead of the star/circle/triangle/umbrella from the show. I would've failed that challenge, I've already broken like three of these. Jaemin got his hands on some crafting materials and we also made these cute little dolls, anyone want a Younghee to watch them??

I mean murder aside, I miss the old childhood games yknow? I think we should play them again! I mean red light-green light was the bomb as a kid, it was so funny cause we'd all make up these weird rules for what you had to do when the person turned around. Jen, remember when--

Shhhh, we don't talk about that anymore.

[sherrybaby14]

The Acceptance

This is my submission for @darkmcuficswap​  @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ Holiday swap!  My giftee is  @opheliadawnwalker3​. I hope you enjoy hun!

Summary:  After a holiday gone terribly wrong you face a decision with the new year. 

Holiday:  New Year's/Halloween 

Warnings:  Non Con (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU), SMUT, kidnapping, alcohol.  

****I have chosen not to warn for everything, please READ AT OWN RISK****

Words: 4000

Pairing:  Stucky x reader

December 31st 

The snow captivated you, tiny white flakes drifting down, landing without fear on the cold ground.  You pinched your eyes shut and bit your lip, wishing you were one of them, free to fall away from this place.  

A knock sounded on the door, but you didn’t turn away from the window.  The wood opened, the knock only a formality, you had no privacy anymore.  Not here.  Not with them.  

“I brought you something special to wear tonight.”  Steve’s voice used to sound like nails on a chalkboard, you missed those days when you would claw at him, scream, try to find a weapon.  The fight in you was burning out with the end of the year.  “I hope you’ll wear your makeup and hair to fit the look.”

There was a warning in his voice.  You dropped your chin in a nod.  He approached you from behind, but you didn’t tense as his hands touched your shoulders.  

“Good girl.”  He placed a kiss on the top of your head.  “If you behave we can have a lot of fun tonight.  All of us.  I promise Doll.”  

“If...if I’m good enough will you let me go?”  You turned and looked at Steve with hope that dashed away as soon as you saw the anger in his eyes.  “To the pool tomorrow?  I want to swim some laps.”  

A smile crept on Steve’s face.  You used to think of him as a symbol of American pride and righteousness, but now all you could see was the wickedness he hid.  

“I think your muscles will be plenty sore after tonight.”  He dropped his hands to your waist and pulled you closer.  “That was a nice attempt at covering the question though, but you know I can’t let that go unpunished.  Would you like to learn your lesson now or ruin our festivities later?”  

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”  Tears spilled as you buried your head into his chest.  “Please, let’s have a good night.  I’ll be good I promise.”  

“Shhhh.”  Steve rubbed your back as you fisted his shirt, terrified of what he had in mind.  You felt his cock harden underneath his jeans, pressing to your stomach with the hug.  “No punishment, but make it up to me right now?”  

Steve’s hands slid up your shoulders and he applied a bit of pressure.  You nodded your head and locked eyes with him as you dropped to your knees.  

He pulled his cock out and you wasted no time taking him into your mouth, flicking your tongue as you gathered saliva to take him deeper.   

“There is no leaving here Doll.”  Steve’s fist found your hair as he started to work with your movements.  “And certainly not for good behavior.  I thought you were starting to understand?”

He let out a grunt and you worked his cock faster, reaching between his legs to fondle his balls as his pants slipped down his thighs.  

“You are so good.  You are the best.  Even when you’re bad, you’re too much fun to ever let go.”  Steve pushed your head down hard and you fought off the gag.  “I bet you’re soaked right now, sucking my cock this way.  Just a pool between your legs?  Once you stop fighting that and admit how happy you are, instead of asking for a swim asking me to fuck you?  Then you might get permission to go, but you’ll never leave because by then you will realize this is where you belong.”  

You squeezed your legs together and hated it that he was right.  You were dripping.  You looked up at him with begging eyes.  He nodded and you wrapped your body around his leg, straddling his shin you began to hump him while you continued sucking, taking him deeper and keeping pace with your mouth.  

“Fucking beautiful Doll.”  Steve bit his lip.  “Speed up because I’m going to finish.” 

You started to pant as you ground against him, trying to give your clit the pressure and action it needed to send you over the edge while drool ran down your chin. You pressed your tongue hard on the underside of his cock, taking him in with deep strokes.  

Your eyes pinched shut, but his hand grabbed your face and you popped them open.  Never look away when you cum. He glared at you with the intensity only he had and you exploded around his legs, bits of pleasure making you shake as your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest.  

Steve let out a moan and his dick expanded in your mouth before his seed shot to the back of your throat.  You flicked your tongue and sucked in your cheeks, knowing better than to let a drop spill.  

“Fuck Doll.”  Steve pulled out and tucked himself a way.  “You are amazing.”  

He lifted his leg and you cringed, all too aware of the wet spot on his jeans.  

“Don’t worry about it, I’m going to dress nicer tonight anyway.”  He kissed the top of your head.  “Be ready in three hours.”

You slumped on the floor as he left the room.  Your naked body recovering from the orgasm, almost upset it wasn’t more intense.  You liked it better when it came from a cock.  Your thoughts made you cringe. 

You were so used to being naked all the time it didn’t even register any more, and the thought about liking the more intense orgasms?   

“What the fuck is wrong with you.”  You looked back out to the snow, wondering if you could piece together where it had all gone wrong. 

~~

July

“I hate New York.”  You plopped down on the park bench next to your friend and pulled out your sandwich.  “I’m leaving the city as soon as I can.”  

“You’ve only been here six months.”  She laughed and handed you a pop.  “And you met me right? There’s something positive.” 

“I know.” You gave a frown. “I just thought I would get lost in a sea of people, maybe discover myself, but what I’m discovering is I hate crowds, I don’t like my job, and I always feel like someone is watching me.”  

“Like a guardian angel?”  

“No.”  You shook your head. “Like someone is going to jump out of the bushes and grab me.  I miss small town middle of nowhere life.  Not cut out for the city.”  

“Don’t give up yet.”  She touched your arm.  A loud SNAP came from the treeline and both of your heads whipped in that direction.  “Jesus.”  

She started to laugh first and then you joined in.  

“Come over tonight.  We can find you a new job, it’s the land of opportunity.”  

“Alright.”  You agreed mainly because you didn’t want to be alone.  

Your friend continued chatting but your eye’s couldn’t stop looking toward the bushes.  

~~

August

“I love New York.”  You grinned as you sat down next to your friend.  

“You got the job?”  She beamed at you.  

“I have no idea how or why, but yes.  You’re looking at the newest employee of Stark Enterprises.”  You kicked your knees up and punched the air.  “I mean, it’s a work from home gig, I have no office at the towers, I’m not going to meet the Avengers or anything, but the pay is good and the benefits are nice.  Maybe in a few months I’ll have enough to live in a safer neighborhood.”  

“Still getting stalker vibes?”  

“Big time.  I swear I felt someone breathing on my neck the other night.”  You touched the spot.  “I about sprinted home, but now I’ll never have to leave my apartment.”  

“I’m glad you’re calling it home.”  She gave you a nudge.  “And you will have to leave your apartment!  How else are you going to see me?  Let’s go out tonight and celebrate.”  

“Okay.”  You smiled. 

“Wow, you must be in a good mood, I don’t know that I’ve ever gotten you out after dark.  I was starting to think you were a vampire.”  

“I’m a morning person. No clubs, no bars, no crowds, maybe a nice dinner?”  You shrugged.  

“How are you ever going to meet someone if you don’t do anything social?”  She sighed at you.  “We’re going to a club.  Look nice.  I’ll pick you up at nine.”  

You wanted to object, but you rolled your eyes. Knowing nothing could make you turn her down.  A rock came out of nowhere and hit a pole ten feet from you, the clang making both of you jump.  

“Weird.”  You scanned the treeline but didn’t notice anything but the wind shaking a few bushes.    

“I’m going to call my friend Jonathan.  He will have a hot place to go.”  Your friend was oblivious to the strange happening.  

~~

The club was loud and you felt underdressed.  You watched your friend dance away with a stranger and admired her courage, she looked stunning and you looked like you blended in with the wall.  

“Can I buy you a drink?”  A voice yelled in your ear.  

You turned to see a decent looking man, nothing too special, but nothing threatening.  

“I’m good.”  You shook the full drink in your hand.  

“Bartender, two shots or your strongest stuff.”  The guy held up his fingers.  

“I really, I don’t take shots with strangers. Thank you though.”  You started to walk away but he reached out and grabbed your arm.  

“Come on, don’t be lame.”  The liquid was being poured into the glasses and your stomach turned at the sight.  “Take a drink with me.”  

Your heart rate went through the roof.  You hated saying no almost as much as you hated being grabbed.  Your lips parted as you tried to think about how to respond.  The internal struggle of obedience mixed with the anger about his hand on you.   

Before you could respond the man dropped away.  Someone stepped into the middle of you and pushed the man.  

“The lady said no.”  Was all you could make out over the roar of the club.  

The first guy tried to punch the second, but he grabbed his fist and crumbled it.  You looked at the scene in horror, clutching your purse.  

Violence, alcohol, music, your head began to spin.  You turned and walked outside, feeling a panic coming on.   The heat of the evening hit your face and you climbed into the nearest taxi, texting your friend as you got a ride home, vowing never to test the New York nightlife again.

~~

September

“We’re going to have to stop having lunch on park benches soon.”  You patted the puffer vest you were wearing.   

“About that,” she took a deep breath. “I didn’t know how to break it to you, but we’re going to have to stop having lunches altogether.”  

“What?”  Your eyes went wide.  “You’re joking right?  You’re like my only friend in the world.”  

“Out of the blue, a recruiter offered me this dream position.”  She turned and grabbed your hands.  “The pay is amazing and that’s not even the best part, it’s like the job was tailor made for me, but it’s in Paris.”  

“Paris?!?!”  Your jaw dropped. 

“We can facetime and you can visit?”  She was having a hard time hiding the glee that matched the despair you were feeling.  

“Congratulations.  I’m so happy for you.”  You smiled, not wanting to ruin her moment, hating New York again.  

~~

October 31

You taped shut the last of the moving boxes.  It was sad seeing your entire life packed up, unable to notice how small the stack was.  All the furniture came with the apartment, you weren’t much of a shopper and never got around to getting that cat.  

Your phone rang and you recognized your boss’s phone number, picking up right away.  

“Hello, Mr. Jones, I’m all packed up.”  You set the last box down.  

“Good, good.  The moving van will be there tomorrow early, we’re looking forward to you joining our team.”  His voice sounded oddly familiar, but you kept brushing it off.  “And you’re still coming to the party tonight?”  

“About that.”  You hit your laptop’s button and saw the invitation.  “I’m really not much of a party person, and I never got around to getting a costume.”  

“I was clear when I offered you the promotion.  We’re a small R&D team, we work very closely.  It is important you bond with us.  People are expecting you, costume and all.”  His tone was almost scolding.  

“Well, we’re going to be living together.  I’m sure there’s plenty of time.  I’d rather get settled first.”  You almost turned the promotion down because of that fact, but then you looked into Stark Corp’s R&D, a team of 100 people who worked around the clock, if you put in a year there you were golden.  It was impossible to turn down even if it did involve living in some town upstate.  

“The car is picking you up in an hour.  You will be here in five.  If you don’t have a costume, then dress nice.  People are looking forward to meeting you.” He paused.  “I am looking forward to having you.”  

“Alright.”  You told yourself you heard him wrong before hanging up the phone.  

There was something off about the situation.  Like you wished you had someone to tell where you were going to stay for the next year.  You hadn’t spoken to your friend since the Paris move, and there was really nobody else in your life to tell.  The foster parents you hadn’t spoken to in years?  The ex who broke your heart?  The former best friend he slept with?  Maybe the crazy old lady down the hall?  

 With a tap of the keys you pulled up the email from “Tony Stark'' offering you the position. This was a top level fortune 500 company.  There was nothing to worry about.  You were being paranoid and needed to accept that your dream was coming true.  

~~

This car felt too important for you.  The driver was friendly, but you ran out of things to say an hour ago.  You glanced at your phone, noting that you were getting close.  Then you noticed a no service bar in the corner.  

“I’ll have to get a new plan.”  You tried to call a random number and got nothing. “No service.”  

“No, this is a top secret area.”  The driver turned and smiled at you. “No service from any provider.  Nothing surrounding the house for 10 miles in any direction, even then it's only a few hunting cabins. Most are abandoned.  You must be a very special lady to make the team.”  

“I don’t know much about the team, only what the website said, and Mr. Jones of course.”  You didn’t think of the isolation when you accepted.  

“Tony had the area declared a no fly zone by the US Government.”  The driver tapped the wheel.  “If you look to your left soon you’ll see the fence.  It’s impenetrable.”  

Tony? The driver must be high up if that was how he referred to Stark. Your thoughts were distracted when you saw the metal and the wiring shine in the distance.  

“This place looks like Jurassic Park.”  The driver slowed as the gate opened ahead.  “I’m starting to think I’ll get kicked out in a week.”  

Anxiety flooded you, you weren’t ready for this.  You’d worked there what? A few months?  You weren’t this smart, what could you contribute?  

“Don’t worry,  I have it on good authority you’re perfect for the role.”  The driver grinned, it was so genuine and infectious you smiled back and your nerves calmed.  

“I understand why people call you Happy.”  You relaxed.  “It fits.”  

“So I’ve been told.”  He looked back to the road.  “I probably won’t see you again, it was a pleasure driving you though.  I’m sure Mr. Rogers will take good care of you.”  

“Rogers?”  You raised an eyebrow.  

“Whatever generic name you want to use, Smith, Mason, Miller, Brown.  They’ll assign you one too.”  Happy shrugged.  “You’re a VIP now.”  

A wave of stupidity washed over you.  It never occurred to you that pseudonyms were being used.    

The house started to come into view.  You grabbed the headrests and moved forward.  It was a mansion, almost a castle.  The place was modern, as if it was made with black glass somehow.  

“This is bigger than a football stadium.”  You had to crane your neck to see up.  

“Just a house Miss.”  Happy pulled into the drive.  “Nothing you can’t handle.”  

He put the car in park and winked at you.  All your nerves were calmed, this was perfect.  Your dream come true.  You were picturing a college dorm situation, but one thousand people could live here, let alone one hundred.  

“Thank you.”  You opened the door to the car as Happy left and went for the trunk.  

You started to stand when something fell off your lap, you chuckled to yourself, your nerves being replaced with excitement as you put on the witch’s hat.  A simple accessory that turned your black dress into a costume.   

There was a warmth growing in you as you walked up the massive steps, taking in the building in the night sky, almost some primal feeling telling you that you were home. 

Happy pushed open the door and set your bag down.  You followed after, entering a great hall, you were beaming ready to meet your new team, but your smile faded when you saw it was empty.  

“Where is everyone?”  You looked at the staircases that wound up to either side, the  echo of your voice giving you an empty feeling. 

“You got her here in one piece?”  Mr. Jones’ voice boomed across the bricks.  

“As promised.”  Happy shrugged.  

“And she wore a costume?”  A new voice made you look to the other stairwell.  

Your brain tried to register the voices with the faces, but the faces took over.  

“Steve Rogers and James Barnes?”  Avengers. Real ones.  You kept looking back and forth.  “What?  How important is this place?”  

You didn’t know whether to thank them for all they had done for the world or question whether you deserved to be on this team.  

“Now that you’re here Doll, it’s the most important place in the world.”  They both arrived at the bottom at the same time.  

“My cue to leave, have a nice night gentlemen.”  Happy sounded so distant as the door shut behind him.  

“I’m,  my name is,  this is so embarrassing.”  You let out a laugh as you brought your hand to your chest.  “I didn’t think I would be meeting Avengers.”  

They walked toward you, both of them as if they were circling you.  

“We know your name Doll.”  Captain America reached out and touched your chin.  

You backed up and ran into the Winter Soldier.  

“We know everything about you.”  The brunette’s hands slid down your arms and stopped at your wrists.  “I’ve been waiting for this for months.”  

He placed a kiss on your neck and you started to step forward, but ran right into Captain, who again touched your chin, this time with a little more force.  

“What?”  You didn’t know what else to say.  

“It was getting too difficult to stay away..”  Steve pressed his forehead to yours.  “Welcome home Love.” 

“I’ve…sorry, what?”  James’ tongue slid up your neck and you gasped, Steve used the opportunity to slide his own into your mouth.  

You were so confused, but reacted on instinct, trying to raise your hands to shove Steve away only to be met with a tighter grip on your wrists by the man behind you. 

Steve let out a chuckle while continuing to kiss you as his hands found your breasts.  He kneaded them as your brain tried to catch up with your body, his fingers finding your nipples through the material of your dress, you let out a squeal as he gave a pinch.  

“Remember, I won the bet.”  James’ teeth grazed your neck as Steve stopped the kiss.  “She wore a costume.”  

Steve scowled as he walked away from you.   

“What’s happening?”  You tried to fight the fog.  “Where am I?”  

“You’re home.”  Steve walked toward a chair and then sat down, you were too busy watching him you didn’t realize a wrist had been freed until the sound of your zipper going down snapped you back to reality.  

Instead of trying to run you attempted to hold the garment up.  Anger flashed on Captain America’s eyes as the Winter Soldier tore the entire thing away.  

“No clothes.  None.  I wanted her naked all the time.”  Steve reached into his pants and pulled his cock out.  

You whimpered at the sight, he was large.  Wait what?  You were too concentrated on the wrong thing and you didn’t notice your bra sliding down your arms.  You started to turn around to shove James away, but he used your motion to flip you over his shoulder and run down the hall.  

SMACK!  His hand hit with your ass as you bobbed over his shoulder, too shocked to really react.  You lifted your head to see the witch hat on the stone floor.   

“I’m so proud of you for wearing the costume.”  The man dropped you, but before you hit the floor his hand was on your back, laying you down on a fur rug. “But I’ve been proud of you for months.  My girl.”  

You tried to spin to your stomach and wiggle away, but he placed a cold hand around your neck, not tight but enough to pin you in place as you shoved at his shoulders.  

“It’s why I get the honor of fucking you first.” His other hand found your panties and shredded them with ease.  “Steve didn’t think you’d listen, but I know what a good girl you are.  How perfect.  Our good girl.”

“Stop rubbing it in Bucky.”  Steve’s voice made you arch your neck to see him sitting in a chair, stroking himself.  

A finger ran up your slit and your attention went back to Bucky as you gasped.  

“She’s soaked.”  He looked up at Steve with a grin.

Everything came flooding down at once and you let out a scream as you renewed your struggles.  The men laughed.  

“At least give me a show while I tell our new teammate about her position.”  Steve dropped to his knees.  

Hands were on you as if they had practiced it, James moving to his back so his legs were in front of you while Steve guided you up so you were facing him.  The sound of a zipper came again and you felt Bucky’s cock brush against your thighs as Captain America positioned you.  

“We like to keep an eye on our people.” Steve spoke as Bucky’s hands grabbed your legs and moved you so your entrance was right about his rigid cock. “And we’ve been watching you for some time now.”  

Metal and flesh fingers were on your waist while Steve’s hands went to your shoulders, pushing you down.  You moaned as Bucky’s thick head slid inside with more ease than you were aware.   

Everything was happening too fast. You struggled to breathe, unsure what to focus on: the cock sliding inside of you or the information being displayed. 

  You pictured the park, the feeling of a stalker, the fight in the club, the dream job, the better job, your friend’s Paris position.  

“That’s good Doll.”  Steve licked his lips. “That understanding.  You knew.  You always knew, but you kept inviting us in.”  

“She feels so fucking good.”  Bucky lifted his ass while you continued to lower on his cock, feeling it hit your cervix you let out a cry.  “She was made for us.”  

“You craved us, didn’t you?”  Steve cupped your face as Bucky began to fuck you.  “You knew what this was. Admit it?”  

You didn’t understand anything. You knew nothing.  

“No, stop that.”  Steve pressed his lips to yours while Bucky dug his fingers into your hips, making you bounce on him.  “I see the struggle in your eyes.  Stop denying the truth.”  

You moaned as Bucky began to make your pussy quake, a coil tightening in your stomach.  

“Let her struggle.” Bucky groaned as he held you down, rocking his cock back and forth.  “We’ll guide her down the right path.”  

“I...I...don’t.”  You thought you might have been trying to say no, but your body was being taken over, your mind losing control.  

“Oh you do Doll.”  Steve brought his thumb to your mouth and you parted your lips as he dragged it along your tongue.  “You know.  You know this is what you need. It’s been almost a year since you came, you don’t even touch yourself.” 

Your eyes went wide with that personal information.  

“We know everything.”  Steve lowered his wet thumb.  “Never lie to us, because we know.”  

You cried out as he pressed his digit to your clit, rubbing in circles with such pressure as James railed into you.  

There was no warning as you came, your body shaking.  Your vision blackened, making you collapse against Steve, shivers sending you to another dimension.  Bucky bottomed out, joining you, contracting and filling you with his cum.  

“Wait.”  You didn’t lift your head, too lost for such a simple task.  You didn’t get what was happening, but you knew one thing for sure.  “I’m not on birth control.”  

“Oh yes you are.”  Bucky hit your ass with a smack as he lifted you off of him. 

Steve spun to the carpet, replacing Bucky’s cock with his own as he cradled you to his chest.  You moaned while he filled your over sensitive pussy once again.   

“For a few months now.”  Steve left your chest pressed to his while he lifted his hips, his pelvis gracing your clit with every thrust.  “You have nothing to worry about now Doll.  You’re home.”  

~~~

December 31

You hated your naivety, you hated what they had put you through. But what you hated most of all was the denial. 

The denial that you liked it.  You loved the way they knew what was best, the way they punished you, the way they rewarded you, the way your life had stability for this first time.  

When the knock sounded on your door you said goodbye to the snowflakes at the window.  Maybe you were more like them than you wanted to admit, they would melt someday and you had to accept that you already had.  

You turned to see Bucky and Steve walk in wearing Tuxedos.  They both frowned that you weren’t wearing the beautiful dress Steve brought you, but no doubt confused by the time you spent getting your makeup and hair ready.  Rolling your shoulders back you accepted your fate. 

“Will you please fuck me?”  

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 31

A/N: Bubble chapters incoming.....!

July 18th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was getting frappucinos with Kasha.  

She was happy she and Kasha were on the same page – that they would get tacos for a late dinner and bring them back to their place to eat.  Neither were comfortable with dining in restaurants, even though it was allowed.  It just wasn’t something they wanted to do just yet.  So they’d take the tacos back to their apartment, sit on their balcony, and have a romantic date night with the frappucinos and – if Aberdeen was being honest – a bottle of rosé between them.  

Kasha had to run to an ATM, so Aberdeen was left waiting for the tacos herself.  It was a Saturday night, so the streets were somewhat busy – not as busy as they would have been during normal times, but busy enough that it made Aberdeen uncomfortable.  What was everybody doing out?  Where were they going?  Who were they meeting up with?  Why weren’t they staying at home?  It was all very weird to her.  Last summer she wouldn’t have even batted an eye; now, she was hyperaware of the people around her, hyperaware of standing six feet away from the other people ordering tacos, either in line or at the restaurant, and was clutching on to the strap of her bag so her hands didn’t fidget with her mask or touch anything else around her.  She was getting tested every day at work, and thankfully she was lucky to have them always come back negative.  She was being extra cautious.  She didn’t want to—

“Aberdeeeeeen?  Is that you?!” a voice suddenly called out from down the sidewalk.

Aberdeen looked to her right to see Saylor walking down the sidewalk with a posse of girls equally as glamourous as she was.  Aberdeen looked down at her outfit and gulped.  Leave it to Saylor to show up when she was waiting for a boatload of food and in clothes she just threw on to appear presentable in public.  “Hey Saylor,” Aberdeen half-waved.  More than anything, she was surprised to see Saylor in the city – from what she’d seen on Instagram, Saylor had gone back to Lake Forest during quarantine.  Kasperi had joined her.  

“You’re wearing a mask outside?  I thought you didn’t have to here.”

“I was just inside,” Aberdeen pointed with her thumb to the restaurant.  Not that she had to justify wearing a mask anywhere.  The world was still in the midst of a fucking pandemic.  “Just waiting for my food…and my friend.”

“These are my friends – Gina, Amanda, Jen, and Sadie,” she pointed to each girl.  Aberdeen gave them all a quick nod.  They couldn’t seem less interested in her.  “Girls, Aberdeen works for the Leafs with Kasperi.”

Suddenly, all of their eyes shot forward.  “Really?” the one identified as Jen asked.  “What do you do?”

“I—I’m Brendan Shanahan’s personal assistant,” she revealed reluctantly.  She didn’t want to tell these girls anything, let alone her job.

“Kasperi told me you’re going into the bubble next week,” Saylor said before the conversation could go any further.

“I am,” she nodded, hesitating to even confirm the news to Saylor.  After their last altercation in Los Angeles, Aberdeen was fine with never seeing her again.  She was almost positive Saylor felt the same way, but apparently not.  

“He said you’re going to be the only girl in there.”

Saylor was right.  Aberdeen would be the only woman in the bubble for the Leafs.  She was sure – well, she fucking hoped – that other women from other team staff would be at the hotel too.  It would make the experience a lot less fucking awkward, that was for sure.  “Yeah, that’s true.”

Saylor’s friend Gina snorted.  “We all know what you’ll be used for.���

Aberdeen’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.  Now she knew why Saylor didn’t just ignore her and walk by her on the street.  She wanted other people to do her dirty work for her.  She wanted to re-live what happened in Los Angeles, except this time, it would be five against one.  

“Not yet,” Saylor smiled wryly.  “Not until she gets her nose job.”

The other girls laughed.  Aberdeen narrowed her eyes at Saylor.  “I fucking love my big nose, alright?”

“I’m sure you do.  That’s very homely of you,” Saylor rolled her eyes.  “And I’m warning you now, you better stay away from Kasperi in that bubble.”

Aberdeen snorted out loud.  Actually snorted.  “Oh my God, is that was this is about?” she asked indignantly.  “You’re…Saylor, you’re joking right?”

Saylor didn’t look too pleased that Aberdeen was laughing at her.  “Stay away from my boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t touch your boyfriend with a ten-foot pole.  I wouldn’t even touch him wearing a hazmat suit.”

Saylor took a step forward, trying to intimidate her.  Aberdeen was laughing too much to care.  The whole thing got so ridiculous so quickly that the only thing she could do was laugh.  Saylor was completely out to lunch.  “It’s so obvious that you’re so jealous of me,” she said.

“Saylor, I don’t even think about you at all.”

“We ready to go?  I got our tacos,” Kasha’s voice suddenly interrupted the confrontation.  Aberdeen looked behind her to see Kasha holding the bag up slightly, eyeing the situation.  Aberdeen wondered how much of the conversation she’d heard.  “Who’s this, Aberdeen?”

Aberdeen took a slight step back.  “This is Saylor.  Kasperi’s girlfriend.”

Kasha nodded once.  “Have fun,” she said to the group of girls before linking her free arm around Aberdeen’s.  As they took their first step forward, Kasha looked at Aberdeen.  “Kasperi?  Is that the one that DM’ed me?” she asked.  Loudly.

Aberdeen didn’t turn around to see Saylor’s reaction.  She didn’t need to.  She knew she would have never seen someone turn so red so quickly in her entire life.  And as they walked down the street, the wry smile on Kasha’s face grew.  “Was that okay?” Kasha asked.  

“You’re brilliant,” Aberdeen said.  Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do – okay, it definitely wasn’t the nicest thing to do – but God did it feel good.  Kappy had never DM’ed Kasha before in her life.  Aberdeen wasn’t even sure Kappy knew who Kasha was even though he met her at the Halloween party.  “I might get a phone call later, but it was brilliant.”

“If you get a phone call, I’ll let them know that she said you weren’t hot enough without a nose job,” Kasha said.

“So you heard that?”

“That’s when I came in.  The guy was calling your name and so I grabbed the food and lingered.”

Aberdeen smiled.  “I love you, bitch.”

“Love you too, bitch.”

***

Message from: Kasperi Kapanen

I heard u ran into Saylor tonite?

Yes

Why did Kasha say I slid into her DMs?

Must have had to do with the fact that Saylor told me I wasn’t pretty enough for any of you to fuck in the bubble unless I got a nose job.

***

minskatt what did saylor say to u tn?

Nothing important because you love my nose and that’s all that matters

can i call u

No I’m with Kasha

minskatt please

It’s fine Willy I don’t care She’s dumb She thinks I’m jealous of her And she told me to stay away from Kappy in the bubble She thinks I want to sleep with him I mean 🤣

omg

Please don’t worry about it I’ll see you tomorrow

i love u

I love you too I want you to cum down my throat tomorrow Okay?

🥴🥴🥴

***

July 25th, 2020

Aberdeen and William promised each other they would take it slow because they wanted to make the moment last as long as possible.

They were both fully packed.  Aberdeen’s suitcase was packed back in her bedroom.  A two-month supply of food and cat litter was bought for Minerva so that Kasha wouldn’t have to go get any, just in case the Leafs went all the way (which meant, at the end of August, she’d be getting on a plane to Edmonton, too).  She had organized outfits – work and casual.  She made sure to bring entertainment.  The Louis Vuitton duffel bag they all got her for her birthday definitely came in handy.  William had packed some clothes and shoes.  Made sure to pack the basic necessities.  He’d texted guys on the team to see what they were bringing in so he didn’t forget anything.  He wasn’t the best packer.  

Now, all that was left was to spend time together before they couldn’t anymore. 

William didn’t want to go straight into sex.  There was no point.  The sex was great but what he wanted, more than anything, was intimacy – to be able to hold Aberdeen and feel her body pressed up against his; to be able to take in her scent as he always did and be calmed by it as he always was; to be able to bury his face in the crook of her neck and graze his lips along her skin there so delicately it made her shiver; to whisper ‘I love you’ over and over again to her while “Quitting You” by the Arkells played on a constantly loop quietly in the background of their time together.  This is what he would miss.  Florida was different – they were a country away from each other, and it was hard.  But to have her working with them, in the same bubble, while everyone was around, on the same floor, and not be able to get her alone, go to her hotel room, even hold her hand?  It would be torture.  

He laid his head on her chest, hearing and feeling her heart beat as she ran her fingers through his hair.  His arms were wrapped tightly around her and buried underneath her – he was sure the circulation would cut off soon but he didn’t care.  He closed his eyes, and pictured them holding hands.  Openly.  Aberdeen was smiling.  He pulled her into him and kissed her.  They were in the team locker room.

“What are you thinking about?” Aberdeen’s soft voice broke the silence.

“You,” he said simply.  “Us.”

“What about us?” she asked.

“Holding your hand,” he said.  “Kissing you in the locker room.”

When he shifted his head to look up at her, she was smiling.  “Do you hate me because we can’t?”

He shook his head.  “I could never hate you, minskatt.  You know that.”

“It’ll happen soon.  I promise,” she said.  “You won’t have to do anymore waiting.”

“Shhhh…” he cooed, moving up and nuzzling his nose against her jawline.  “I’m not waiting for anything when you’re here with me, am I?” he asked, placing the lightest of kisses on her jawline.

Aberdeen sighed happily.  “When I write my first book, I’m dedicating it to you.  It’s gonna say ‘For William, for waiting’,” she said with a slight chuckle.  

He chuckled too.  “I look forward to it.  Your second book can be dedicated to Siena or Cam or your parents.”

“Second book?  I’m writing a second book, am I?” she smiled.  

“Mhm,” he nodded her.  “You’re gonna write a bunch of books, minskatt.  And they’re all gonna be amazing, and you’ll be all literary or whatever, and everybody’s gonna buy your books.”

Her heart was growing a thousand sizes.  “You think so?”

“I know so.  You’re gonna be a famous writer, minskatt.  I’ll just be in the background.”

She curled around and shifted her body into his.  Their lips came together tenderly as they began kissing each other, Aberdeen slipping her tongue into William’s mouth easily.  His hands wandered down her body to cup her ass before he helped her hook her leg over his torso.  They lay kissing for a while until their lips were red and swollen and their breathless gasps the only sound they could hear in the room.  When William pulled away quickly to take a breath, Aberdeen shifted to lay on her back.  “Willy?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“Minskatt?”

“Make love to me, Willy.  One last time before the bubble.”

He picked her up and brought her to his bedroom, setting her down on the bed gently before crawling over her body and continuing their kissing.  With some trusty hands, William’s hoodie was off, then Aberdeen’s top, then Aberdeen’s pants, then William’s pants.  He kissed down her body, but she pulled him back up.  “Willy—”

“Minskatt—”

“I just need to feel you inside me, Willy.  Please.”

Somewhat reluctantly, he kissed his way back up her body, paying attention to her breasts for a while before he put on a condom and she wrapped her legs around him and he entered her slowly.  Everything was so slow and gentle and intimate, and he’d buried his face into the crook of her neck again to kiss the skin there.  When he came back up and looked at her, it was very clear to him that there were tears welling in her eyes.  His mind immediately went into overdrive and his body seized up.  “Aberdeen?  Aberdeen why are you crying?”

“I’m not – no – no no no, it’s not you, it’s not you,” she let out quickly, cupping his face in her hands.  His entire body had stopped moving as he hovered over here.  She felt a few tears escape down the sides of her eyes, powerless to stop them.  “It’s just me.  It’s me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just love you so much,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.  “You believe in me, Willy.”

“Of course I believe in you.  I’ll always believe in you.  Where is this coming from?”

“It was Florida.  Sixty-one days away from you,” she explained.  “Now in the bubble we’re going to be together but we can’t be together, and I want you to know how much I love you.  You know that, right?”

“I do,” he nodded.

“Whatever happens in the bubble, I believe in you and I’ll always believe in you like you believe in me,” she said.

William’s heart panged at her statement.  He craned his head to continue to kiss her, and she could feel tears – not her own – on her cheeks as well.  His slow and steady movements, passionate and thorough and pleasurable all at once, reminded her of that love they just spoke of.  They made love with everything they had in them.  And when they climaxed, and William collapsed on top of Aberdeen’s body, she held him close to her, unwilling to let him go.

He shifted slightly to move out of her, but she tightened her legs around him.  “No,” she pleaded.  “Stay.  I want to feel you inside me for as long as possible.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please Willy,” she almost begged, although she knew she wouldn’t have to.  “Stay.  Let’s just stay like this.”

***

July 26th, 2020

Aberdeen’s family had made it to the staff send-off before they went into the bubble.  Camden and Siena came along too.  Camden made her a card and gave her a crossword puzzles book he’d bought her at Indigo.  When Siena hugged her, she said “Make good choices!” jokingly.  Their parents would always say it to them before they got out of the car when they were driven to parties or the like.

If Siena only knew.

Once her family left, Aberdeen had the fantastic tasks of preparing the buses and organizing significant others to be far enough away from each other so everyone was still social distancing.  Everybody’s significant other was there, save for the single guys like Auston and (to everyone else) William.  As she stood off to the side, she couldn’t help but watch.

Bee McTavish was crying.  She wasn’t wailing loudly or anything like that, but Aberdeen could see her glistening cheeks from her tears as Morgan couldn’t stop kissing her and she couldn’t stop wiping her eyes.  He looked pretty torn up about leaving her, too.  She knew all the guys would be.  They were excited to play hockey again but they weren’t too sold on the concept of the bubble.  Everyone was going to hate being away from their families – Bee and Morgan were no exception.  “Call me whenever you want to,” Aberdeen overheard her tell him.  “And if a single thing starts to hurt you please don’t play.  You need to be healthy, Morgan.”  

Frederik Andersen and Aleida Casillas couldn’t stop kissing, either.  Aleida was getting emotional, although Aberdeen knew that Aleida didn’t want to show it.  Fred’s new wedding ring glistened in the light.  Aberdeen could only imagine what it was like to leave your wife on your one-month anniversary.  

Jace was giggling at his dad’s kisses.  John had spent the last five minutes holding and kissing his baby boy, with Aryne smiling and cuddling them too.  Aberdeen could see Aryne’s small bump peeking out through her t-shirt and realized John was going into the bubble while his wife was pregnant and having to take care of a one-year-old.  Her heart ached.  She saw the smile on John’s face as he cooed at his son and Jace kept repeating “Dada” over and over again and she could feel a rush of emotion flood her face.  

When she saw that Jason had his four girls in a giant bear hug, Aberdeen had to hold in a giant sob.  He was crouching down at their level, kissing them all multiple times and whispering things to them as Jen looked on, looking like she was on the verge of tears herself.  Jason wouldn’t let them go – couldn’t let them go.  Aberdeen had to look away so she didn’t start crying right then and there.  It was too much for her to think about.  

“You okay, Aberdeen?” Auston’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she whipped her head towards him.  

“I’m fine,” she said, trying not to think about the scenes she just saw.  “Do you need me to pack your bag in the bus?” she asked.

“I’m not gonna make you pack my bag, Aberdeen,” he said like it was the most absurd thing in the world.  

Aberdeen looked at Auston, but could only see right past him.  Behind him, she could see Kappy and Saylor saying their goodbyes.  Saylor was hugging Kappy but giving Aberdeen a death stare.  Aberdeen focused her attention back on Auston.  “How much does Saylor hate me?” she asked.

Auston shrugged.  “Wouldn’t know.  I don’t talk to her anymore.  But from what I hear, a lot.”

“Good to know.  What have you heard?  Because she thinks I want to sleep with Kappy.”

Auston smiled.  “Something like that.”  Aberdeen rolled her eyes playfully, smiling back at Auston.  “For what it’s worth, she thinks everybody wants to sleep with Kappy,” Auston said.  “You know, because he’s just so good looking.”

“You ready for the bubble?” Saylor’s voice suddenly surprised them from behind Auston.  Because of their conversation, they hadn’t seen her approach.  Auston jumped slightly.  He noticed that Saylor was staring directly at Aberdeen.

“As ready as we can be, I think,” Aberdeen said.  

“Just remember what I told you!” Saylor said in a playful tone.  “Stay six feet away from my boyfriend!”

“Just for you, Saylor, I’ll make it ten,” Aberdeen winked.  “I’ll put a pole between us if that’d what you prefer.”

***

There were cameras everywhere covering their arrival.  Naturally, of course, since they were the Toronto Maple Leafs.  Aberdeen only hoped that she wasn’t caught in any of the photos.  She’d already had enough of a time with her identity and stalkers showing up outside her apartment.  She didn’t need people to be lingering outside of the bubble gates for her as well.  

They checked in.  Everything was eerie.  They could only go up the elevators two at a time with their suitcases after they got their welcome packages and key cards.  Aberdeen was situated at the first room to the right side of the elevators.  The equipment staff, trainers, doctor, and coaches were in the wing as well.  Kyle and Brendan had their rooms opposite each other at the very end of the hallway.  The social media person was across from her.  A few more of the equipment guys were on “her” side of the hallway.  To the left of the elevators were the team rooms.  William was the second room in, in the middle between Auston and Mitch.  Jason was in the middle of the hallway.  She knew these things because – as the executive assistant to perhaps the most important executive there – she got a copy of the room allocations and floorplan.  

When she walked into her room, it was set up like any normal, swanky hotel room.  There was a queen-sized bed and a big, beautiful window that looked directly out onto the CN Tower.  The bathroom was big and immaculate.  Things were practically shining.  She hauled her suitcase onto the bed before going to the window to push the curtains open.  If she was going to have a view of the city, she was going to milk it for all it was worth.  

When she walked back to her bed, something on the nightstand caught her eye, and she walked over to it.  Once she realized what they were, her breath hitched in her throat.  She didn’t know who was responsible for this.  But it made her so emotional.  There were three frames with pictures in them, each more sentimental than the last.  In the first frame, there was a mashup of two pictures: one of she and Siena when Siena attended the game in Ottawa, and one of she and Camden when Camden visited right before lockdown.  The second picture was the group shot of the outdoor practice, where she was freezing her butt off but having the time of her life.  The third, and perhaps the one that hit her the most, was a picture from the Night With the Blue and White.  In it, she was posing for a picture with Brendan, Jason, and William, with a champagne flute in her hand.  Her smile took up half her face.  

She let out a sob.  

It wasn’t that she looked so happy.  It wasn’t that she could still remember the way William smelled that night.  It wasn’t how less than ten hours after the picture was taken, she and William had sex and admitted they wanted to be in a secret relationship.  It wasn’t that they had followed through with that promise now for months.  It was that the picture depicted normalcy.  Her job.  Brendan.  Jason.  William.  It depicted life before masks, before social distancing, before hand sanitizer being more readily available than water, before lining up outside of grocery stores.  It depicted a life that seemed so far in the past.  Giant gathering.  Group photos.  Seeing someone teeth when they smiled.  Putting your arms around another person for a hug.

Now, she found herself alone in a hotel room, within an artificially created bubble, for a hockey team, with no physical contact with the outside world.  Nothing about this was normal.  Nothing.

***

William decided to call Aberdeen.  Everybody was holed up in their rooms unpacking everything they bought, and the hotel was eerily quiet for so many people staying in it.  He figured it was because the hotel was old, and its walls were solid – none of this new construction, shitty craftsmanship.  These building was built by fucking donkeys, as evidence by the photographs in the lobby.  Donkeys and stone; so these walls were thick.  Some of the boys had checked up on him to make sure his PlayStation set up had gone smoothly.  It did.  But William could care less.  

“Hello?” Aberdeen answered her phone.

He could immediately tell she’d been crying.  “What’s wrong, minskatt?”

“These damn pictures they put up in my room,” she admitted immediately – no need to beat around the bush.  “They framed the one we took with Jason and Brendan during the Night With the Blue and White.”

William understood completely how and why that would affect her.  “Yeah, I get it.  They put a bunch of pictures of my family.  Well, my parents and my sisters.”

“No Alex?”

“He’s too ugly to be in a picture,” William deadpanned.  He heard Aberdeen snort slightly on the other end.  He found solace in the fact that he was able to make her laugh.  “The pictures really got to you, huh?”

“It wasn’t just that,” she said.  “Just seeing all the families say goodbye to each other.  I watched John say goodbye to Jace and it made me emotional, but then I saw Jason saying goodbye to his girls and I absolutely lost it,” she revealed.  “I kept it together for the bus ride but the second I got in here and saw these pictures, it was, like, a tidal wave.”

“How can I make it better?” William asked.  He knew this would be hard on her – being in the bubble – and although he cautioned against it, Aberdeen made her own decision at the end of the day, and he respected that.  It didn’t mean the bubble experience would be any better for her, but at least she made the decision herself and she came into it knowing what she was getting herself into.  Aberdeen wasn’t a stupid girl.  Far from it.  

“You wanna just stay on the phone with me?  So I can hear your voice?” she asked timidly.

“Of course,” he answered, equally as softly.  She could practically see and feel his smile through the phone.  “Want to practice your Swedish with me, minskatt?”

***

July 27th, 2020

“A girl?!”

Aberdeen’s ears turned red as she heard the gasp from behind her near the conference room where the Leafs were designated to eat all their meals.  She was apparently a novelty.  Because they had to stay holed up in their hotel rooms for most of the day, unless it was a pre-planned excursion or meal, she hadn’t seen any other women.  It was awful.  And now this.

She looked behind her as discreetly as she could.  She saw two men – boys – wearing New York Islanders t-shirts staring at her.  She recognized them immediately as Mat Barzal and Anthony Beauvillier.  She glared at them.

“Is she here delivering the food?”

“She has a badge, you idiot.”

“You’re telling me she works for the team and they brought her into the bubble?”

She wanted to scream at them.  But she didn’t have to.  Kyle Dubas appeared out of nowhere right beside her, clutching a coffee and a banana.  “Miss Bloom,” he greeted her formally, and loud enough so Mat and Anthony could hear.  “Shanahan is going to need those CORSI stats for Matthews and Tavares after we eat.”  He glanced at them quickly.  “Boys,” he nodded a greeting.

They scurried away.

Aberdeen looked at Kyle.  “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Does Shanny really need those CORSI stats?” she asked.

“No,” Kyle shook his head.  “I said that so they wouldn’t fuck with you.”

***

July 28th, 2020

Aberdeen was waiting for the exhibition game to start.  Yet again, she was experiencing her second exhibition game for a hockey team she never thought she would work for, let alone for this long.  She was in their usual box with Kyle and Brendan, but it felt different.  No fans.  No other personnel.  The only other people around were the extra players sitting in the seats below them.  The media was around somewhere, but nowhere near her.  The boys were warming up on the ice.  

“You okay?” Brendan asked as he looked at her.

Aberdeen nodded.  “Are you?”

“As okay as I can be,” he shrugged.  “I don’t get nervous about exhibition games.”

“Did you think I’d be here long enough for two sets of exhibition games?” Aberdeen asked, wiggling her eyebrows slightly.  

He huffed, giving her a joking look.  She began giggling.  “To be honest…no.”

“Yeah, me neither.  Don’t worry.”

***

Thirty-three seconds into the first period, Ilya Mikheyev scored off a pass from John Tavares that Aberdeen had seen one hundred times in training camp.  She smiled wide.  

Hockey was back.

[jewishjon]

oh my gosh literally what are u even doing on tumblr?? like i swear maybe if u took a break u could have some time to urself!! honestly i think u need it... u need some self reflection time to reconsider ur life choices?? like cmon a halloween url?? whats next a thanksgiving url?? if ur not in the us a boxing day url?? literally what are you even doing!! and i mean wylan?? really? gosh we all know hes one of the best characters ever like i get it ur not like other girls u like him more but shhhh

AHAHA A BOXING DAY URL I’M LITERALLY LAUGHING SO HARD I’M LITERALLY BRITISH SO ITS TEN TIMES FUNNIER

You can’t bully me for loving wylan anymore ell has already done it so much I’m desensitised

CONTEXT: I REBLOGGED A POST ASKING FOR A HATE ANON DO NOT ATTACK THIS PERSON MUTUALS

[op-law]

Charlotte Kato x Reader {I Need You} Ch 3

A/n: Alright I have put my detective skills to work and at first thought, Kato was around 7'7" but now that I've seen that he was slightly taller than Perospero when they stood next to each other on Big Mom's ship that estimate is not correct. So, I believe we can now assume he is over 10'11" in height since that is how tall Perospero is.

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(Y/n)'s Pov

Before I could even finish taking my first step into the house my mother had already started to speak to me from another room. "Oh, (Y/n) dear do you mind coming in here for a second?" Sometimes I thought this woman was just trying to annoy me on purpose but then again, she was my parent so it was kind of her job. "Yeah, one sec just let me take my boots off!" I didn't want to keep my Mother waiting long since it was always a guessing game with her trying to figure out what she could want with you. "Take a seat (Y/n) I'll make this quick I promise"

When my eyes locked onto the yellow fruit and kitchen knife sitting on the coffee table my mind started to regret even coming back inside the house. "What's the lemon for Mother... are we making lemonade?" As the older lady shook her head, she picked up the usually large knife and held it tightly. "No, (Y/n) we're not making lemonade though I can see about making you a glass later if you'd like" Alright I might have been overreacting but my brain was starting to think my own Mother was about to kill me. "T-Then why do you have a lemon and a knife?"

"Well, (Y/n) it has come to my attention that I need to make sure you are prepared for the big scary world out there that awaits you. We're going to have the talk together since I have neglected to educate you about how to handle when a guy asks to become intimate with you" I think my soul officially left my body after those last few words exited her mouth but it wasn't like I could just run out of the room now. "And what purpose does the lemon serve as?"

"The lemon symbolizes your purity and this knife is any guy who wants to take it. Don't look so scared (Y/n) I'm sure you'll find my talk inspiring or at the very least helpful for when the right guy comes along" As my Mother slammed the knife down, she cut the top of the poor fruit and I'm sure she managed to damage the table as well just based on the force she used. "Alright (Y/n) let's start with the basics. What do you do when a guy wants to have sex with you?"

"Runaway as fast as possible and never speak to that person again. Why do we need to have this talk Mother? I'm not a moron and I'm not going to sleep with some random guy unless I love him"

"I know sweetheart but we're going to have this conversation anyway so stay seated until I say you can leave"

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30 Minutes Later...

After my Mother had finally finished embarrassing to hell out of me, she left the room with this big ol' smile on her face though my lips were pressed into a frown. "You can go back to your room now sweetheart. I'll let you know when dinner is ready" Oh, I hope Kato's not too bored upstairs all by himself. As I got off of the couch my feet carried me up the steps before they stopped in front of my bedroom door.

"(Y/n) can you please help me with my math homework later? The problems are confusing me and we have a test coming up" Once I had agreed to help Yuki with her homework I disappeared into my room before my body pressed against the door and slid down to the floor. "Oh, good your back (Y/n). I was starting to miss you~ Hehehe"

"I'm sorry that I ke-... Hm, K-Kato w-when did you turn back into a man?" When my eyes locked on the man that was now sitting on my bed, I had to stop myself from screaming like the fangirl I was but somehow, I managed to contain my excitement. "It happened a few minutes after you left though I am unable to stand to my full height due to your short ceilings"

"Yeah, the ceilings in my world aren't that high since no one has ever been over nine feet tall. We're all short here but you know something? I didn't think you were this tall. Your height was never listed on your wiki page so I just thought that you were a little bit taller than Pedro. Are you hungry? I can sneak you up some food if you are but it won't be much"

"You know about Pedro... do you like him as well?" As I thought over his question, I picked myself off of the ground before I moved to sit beside him. "Nah, I'm not into Minks I prefer that my men be at least half-human. Why do you ask Kato? Hehehe. You're not jealous, right?"

"Hm, it doesn't matter much anymore since my older brother killed that Mink... I hope they're all okay we were heading to Wano Country but then King attacked our ship and sent some of us overboard in the process. I'm not sure what happened though once I went under the waves something hit my head causing me to blackout. I found myself in that corn maze after I had regained consciousness but thankfully you brought me home with you. Thank you again (Y/n). I'll forever be in your debt so if you need anything just ask and I'll do the best I can to make it happen"

"Oh, Big Mom's fine. She and Kaido were making an alliance or something of that nature" It was difficult to figure what emotion Kato was feeling though based on his smile I figured that he must have been happy to hear the good news. "Thank you for telling me about Mama... I am a little hungry but please don't feel like you need to keep me fed"

"It's no trouble Kato you're my house guest after all and I can't let my Pumpkin King starve~ Just wait here... are there any foods you don't like or can I bring you what I can find?" As I stood up from the bed, I waited in front of him though it didn't take Kato long to answer. "I'll eat whatever you bring me... but could you perhaps bring me something sweet?"

"Hehehe. I'll see what I can do~ Stay out of trouble while I'm gone my adorable little pumpkin man~" Sure, many people didn't think very highly of Kato though it was their loss and it only meant I could have him all to myself. "Hehehehe. You call me little but I'm twice your size (Y/n)~ I like you though so I'll let you call me whatever you'd like but I want something in return"

"Something in return?" At first, I was confused since Kato seemed to have this light pink color on his cheeks almost like he was blushing. "I would like a kiss" Now never in a million years did I expect Kato to say that to me but then again, we had just kissed while he was still in his pumpkin form and the man had said that it was nice. "Really, you want to kiss me again? That's surprising since not a lot of guys are interested in me... You want to kiss me because you're interested in me, right?"

"Yes, I find you very interesting (Y/n) and I've never met a girl quite like you before. You're a cute girl to so why wouldn't men be falling at your feet asking for your hand in marriage? I know in my world I would have gladly asked you to marry me... that is if Mama approved of you" Alright so I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to Kato's bold claim about possibly marrying me but thankfully my thoughts were put on hold as his hands gripped my shoulders. "What are you doing Ka-thmmm"

As the man continued to ravage my lips with his, my body was moved until it was pressed firmly against him. Though when I felt one of his hands dip down close to my behind I moved my arms back to try and stop him but unfortunately for me, I heard the door opening behind us at the same time. "(Y/n) can you explain th-th-th... W-W-What's going on in here!?" If Yuki continued to yell like this then it was only a matter of time before my mother came upstairs to investigate. "Shhhh! Don't say a word about this to Mom. Kato this is Yuki... Yuki this is Kato and he's officially my houseguest so please keep your mouth shut, alright Sis?"

"H-How in the hell did he even get here? Oh, fuck you're going to be in so much trouble when Mom discovers your keeping a grown Pumpkin Man in your room... Hehehe. I'll keep your secret but in exchange, you'll need to write my history essay for me~" That seemed like an easy task for me though Kato decided to speak up as he drew his weapon.

"Or we could kill you and bury your body in the woods where no one will ever find you"

"Kato! We do not unalive people in this world so put your sword away and apologize to my little sister right this second" I tried my best to keep my voice down low though I still managed to get my point across since the man immediately laid his sword behind him as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry (Y/n) please don't be mad at me"

"T-The Pumpkin man wa-wants me dead... I-I'll keep your secret but please keep him away from me... C-Can I get you anything, Mr. Charlotte?" Poor little Yuki looked terrified at the moment though at least now I wouldn't need to write her history essay, "Find me something to eat. I don't want (Y/n) to leave the room unless she has to" As I was pulled closer to Kato's chest, I tilted my head back and showed him a smile. "You're adorable Kato~"

"(Y/n) that man is twenty-eight and you shouldn't be making out with him in your bedroom" When I turned back to look at Yuki, I started to think over what she had said though age was just a number to me. "It's fine Yuki. Now go find Kato something to eat before you make him mad" As the man in question laughter started to fill the room Yuki's face was starting to look a little pale but she had already left the room before I could say another word.

"Do you think she'll tell on us (Y/n) and why did she bring up my age?" I knew exactly why Yuki had brought up his age though it would matter much in a few weeks since I turned eighteen on Halloween night. "Well, I am seventeen so she's probably just questioning why someone eleven years old than me is kissing her older sister. My birthday is on October 31st... is my age a problem for you?"

"Hm, that's not much of an age gap (Y/n). If I'm not mistaken Praline's husband is seventeen years old than she is but we're not allowed to speak about her anymore. Do people from this world look down upon relationships with such age gaps?" As I responded to his question, I removed myself from his lap before I flopped down on my bed right beside where he was sitting. "It's more common than you'd think but Yuki is just weird so try your best to ignore her. What do you want to do with the rest of our day Kato?"

"Can I cuddle with you (Y/n)? I don't get that much attention from others because of my appearance but you seem to like me enough" As my head tilted over at him, I held out a hand before I locked it around his. "Hehehe. Sure, Kato, I'd love to cuddle with you though I think I'll have a nap while you're doing that~"

"Alright, (Y/n) sleep tight~"

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End Chapter 3

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Ghost Jungkook Reaction| You bump into him and can now see him

One more Halloween type reaction for today. I hope ya’ll enjoy! 

pt.2

Jungkook watched you stumble through your front door with an amused smile on his face. He had adamantly been avoiding you since you moved into your apartment. He quickly found that once people bumped into him, they could see him and would immediately move out the next day, not keen on sharing a home with a ghost. After the first 3 people had left, he just assumed he was doomed to be alone for the rest of eternity. He at least enjoyed your presence, which was part of the reason he avoided you. He didn’t want you to leave him too. He loved getting to see you dancing around the house, hear you singing in the shower. You had such a bright and positive aura about you and he quickly grew fond of you. 

You had stumbled through your front door. You went out drinking with your friends on Halloween. You had a little bit too much and had to call an Uber home. You barely got your shoes off without falling on your face and when you stood up everything was spinning. You groaned loudly and made your way over to the bathroom. While you were in there Jungkook went to your closet and grabbed your pajamas, laying them on on the bed for you and filled up a glass of water and set it on your night stand. You came out of the bathroom and saw your clothes sitting on the bed, feeling confused.

“Alright I obviously drank too much because I can’t even remember getting my pajamas.” Jungkook turns around, giving you privacy to change he doesn’t notice or hear you getting closer to him until you brush against him. You now see a man standing in your room and you scream.

“Who the hell are you?! Why are you in my house?!” You try to shove the man away from you and run for the door but you phase right through him, collapsing on the ground instead.

“W-what? What the hell was that?” You stand up and try again, only to notice the same thing happening. “What the fuck?”

“Um.. Hi? I’m Jungkook?”

“Well I’ve officially gone crazy. Or someone spiked my drink and now I’m hallucinating, great. Just great.” You crawl back into bed, throwing the blanket over your head.

“Hey, um y/n?” 

“Be quiet hallucination Jungkook I need to get some rest before I have the mother of all hangovers now please. Shhhh.” He sighs loudly, sitting down on the edge of the bed but he listens to you. 

You wake up the next day with a pounding headache. You look over to your nightstand and see a glass of water and some pain killers along with a note.

I’ll be in the living room whenever you’re ready to talk. You tilt your head in confusion. You didn’t remember bringing anyone home with you.. you weren’t the type for drunken one night stands so you were feeling even more confused. You down the water and pills and walk out into the living room. You see the same man from last night and suddenly everything comes back to you. You don’t say anything, just walk to the kitchen to make breakfast. 

“Good morning y/n.” He receives no response and walks into the kitchen. 

“I know you can hear me can you please stop ignoring me?” You walk right through him to grab a fork out of the drawer.

“Okay just because you can walk right through me doesn’t mean you should that’s rude!” You still don’t say anything and now he’s getting angry. 

“Damnit if I could pinch you right now I would, pay attention to me. Hello! I’m not going away that easily!” You slam your hands down on the counter and turn to face him.

“You’re not real. Alright? I’m going to the doctor today to have some tests run and I’m going to find out why I just suddenly started hallucinating a man in my fucking apartment. So please, Jungkook just stop. I’m already about to reach my breaking point because I’m terrified I’m going crazy.”

“... You’re not crazy can I please just explain?” 

“Will you be quiet if I agree?” 

“If you hear me out and still don’t believe me then yes.. I’ll stay in whatever room you aren’t in and I’ll be quiet and you won’t have to see or hear me..”

You set your food down on the table and sit down.

“Alright.. explain then.”

“I’m a ghost.” You set your fork down and walk to the bedroom.

“Hey where are you going? You promised to listen to me.”

“And I have come to the conclusion that yes.. I am nuts because ghosts aren’t real.”

“I am real! Did the landlord not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That the place is haunted. 3 other people have been here before you and they all left because as soon as they ran through me they could see me. I have been avoiding you for a month because I didn’t want to scare you or have you leave.” 

“You realize how crazy that sounds right?”

“Call your landlord y/n.” You sigh and pull your phone out, dialing her number.

“Hey, yeah it’s the tenant in room 403. Is this place haunted?” Jungkook sees your expression change as you look at him questioningly.

“Okay... thank you I guess... I don’t know I’ll think about it... Bye.”  You set the phone down on the bedside table and sit down on your bed, taking everything she told you in. Yes, your apartment was haunted. No, she didn’t tell you because she was afraid you would run for the hills and not want to stay there which you were now seriously considering leaving.

“Y/n? What did she say?”

“That the place is haunted. So I guess I’m not crazy that’s a relief at least. But I’m not sure how I feel about staying in a haunted apartment.” You see Jungkook frown and swear he looks like he’s going to cry. “Jungkook? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He exits the room and doesn’t say another word to you. You are confused by his reaction and get up to try and find him.

“Jungkook? Where did you go?” You hear quiet sniffles coming from the spare room and you open the door up to find him sitting on the bed, legs tucked up to his chest and face buried in his knees. You sit next to him and try to place your hand on his back to comfort him, only to have your hand phase right through him. You huff in frustration. 

“Jungkook what’s wrong? Please look at me.” He lifts his head up and you see the tear marks on his face. His eyes are red and puffy. 

“Please don’t leave.” He says it so quietly you aren’t sure you hear him correctly.

“What did you say?”

“I said please don’t leave. Everyone always leaves. As soon as they see me they run out yelling and don’t ever look back. And then I’m left in this place by myself wondering if the next person who comes in will react the same. Will they stay? Or will they leave me too, just like everyone else.” You heart aches for him as you realize he’s just lonely. He’s been here for who knows how long on his own and is rejected by everyone he tries to trust not to run away. 

“Okay.” He stares at you, eyes wide in surprise.

“What was that?”

“I said okay. I’ll stay. I don’t want you to be alone anymore you don’t deserve that. And I know how it feels. So maybe we can keep each other company?” He smiles at you and the way you see his nose scrunch up, and his eyes absolutely shine. Letting you know you made the right decision. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much y/n. I swear you won’t regret it. I mean I’m the perfect roommate right? No mess, you won’t have to worry about me taking your food or your things either.” You chuckle at his pitch as he continues to ramble off all the reasons you should stay with him.

“And also-”

“Kookie! Hey I already said I would stay okay? You don’t need to try and convince me anymore.” 

“Kookie?”

“Do you mind if I call you that? I think it’s cute.” 

“Ah, actually that’s what my friends used to call me when I...” You don’t need him to finish his sentence to know what he was going to say.

“Do you not want me to call you that then?”

“No, that’s not it. Please call me that. It.. makes me happy.” You see the smile return to his face and you return it with one of your own.

“Alright. I guess we’re really trying this then huh?”

“I mean I don’t want you to feel forced. But I would really love it if you stayed.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

[whatisnormalforthespider]

Pictures of You

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Summary: A fanfic I posted on AO3 for Halloween/Kinktober.

Jonathan always has been and always will be a creeper. Here he is at his very creepiest.

WARNING: this story contains graphic rape/noncon. Read with caution.

You had always liked Jonathan Byers. Ever since you met in the fourth grade, he had been your friend. You did everything together—homework, gaming, family dinners. Everything. As you grew older you started to LIKE like him. You were frightened by this, worried that if your feelings were revealed it would ruin your friendship. So for the past few years you’d kept things quiet. You tried dating other guys but none of them were what you were looking for. For the sake of your friendship, you’d resigned yourself to not being satisfied at this point.

But you still relished every moment you got to spend with him. So when he invited you into the darkroom with him you happily agreed. You watch as he dips each photo, handing them to you to hang up to dry. He’d always been an avid photographer and in your eyes, his pictures have only been getting better. “These are really beautiful, Jon,” you whisper, hushed by the pitch black of the room. Even in the darkness you can tell he’s blushing.

“Thanks, Y/N…” He shrugs bashfully. “They’re nothing, really. You just have to find the right lighting, the right angles…I could show you sometime.”

“I’d like that.” You try to ignore the way your heart skips a beat at his words, instead concentrating on the latest photo he’s handed you. It’s a picture of his little brother, all dressed up in a wizard costume complete with a staff and hat. He looks so happy, you can’t help but smile. “Is this one for Halloween?”

Jonathan glances at the photo and laughs. “Oh, no. He wears that when he plays Dungeons and Dragons with his friends. He’s such a nerd.” He says the word lovingly.

You raise an eyebrow. “If he’s a nerd, what does that make you?”

You just know he’s blushing even harder now. “I…I don’t know. A freak, maybe.”

“I’m just messing with you, Jon.” You nudge him playfully and his lips turn up again. “So…what are you doing this weekend?”

“For Halloween? I dunno.” He risks a glance at you but refuses to meet your eyes. “You could come over if you want…my mom has to work and my brother will be out Trick-or-Treating.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. Alone? With him? At his house? “S-sure, I’d love to.” You elbow him to cover up your own embarrassment. “I’ll dress up real fancy for you.”

He laughs. “Whatever, Y/N. I’ll see you then.”

“See you.”

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You’re just in time to catch Ms. Byers as she leaves for the night. “Hi, Y/N!” She beams, wrapping you in a hug. “It’s so nice to see you. How have you been?”

You can’t resist smiling back at her. She’s like a second mother to you. “I’ve been great, Ms. Byers.”

“And you look so pretty!” She holds you at arm’s length to admire your outfit. “What are you supposed to be, a witch?”

“A mage,” you correct, showing her your dollar-store wand. “It’s a…modern interpretation. I thought Will would like it.”

She clasps her hands together, delighted. “He’ll love it. You’ll have to show him when he gets back home.” There’s a pause, and she looks at you knowingly. “Jonathan is inside. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

You hurry into the house, ducking into the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror. Your hair falls in waves around your bare shoulders. You wear a tiny black witch hat on a headband, and it matches your short black skirt. You look down at your sparkling purple flats, suddenly hoping that Jonathan doesn’t think you look slutty.

“Jon?” You call to cover up your own nervousness. No answer, but you’ve been to the house more than enough times to know your way to his room. You knock gently on the door. “J? It’s Y/N…”

When he still doesn’t answer, you open the door gingerly. You’d been in this room plenty of times as a kid, but not in the last few years. It’s meticulously clean, the bed neatly made and the curtains drawn. The only messy part of the room is his desk, scattered with photographs of all sizes. You flip one of them over, curious. It’s of his little family, holding carved pumpkins that match their grins. It must’ve been last year, you think: Will has shot up like a rocket. You put it down to exchange it for another one. This one is of two beautiful girls. You know one of them as Nancy Wheeler but you’re not sure about the other one.

You continue looking through photographs, admiring their beauty but seeing nothing that really piques your interest. Then you find one near the bottom that stops you cold. It’s of another girl, but this one isn’t posed—it looks like it was taken outside of a window. The girl inside has her back to the camera. She’s undressing. Your stomach drops. Why would Jonathan have a picture like this? Who is she? You feel an unnatural twinge of jealousy until you recognize the curtains framing the shot. You only know of one person who has curtains with such a garish, 70’s-style floral print. It’s you. You turn over the photograph next to this disturbing shot and come face to face with yourself. It’s another candid one, this one taken outside of school. You’re reading a book. It seems innocent enough, but what about the other one?

You jump right out of your skin as the door opens. “Jesus, Y/N!” Jonathan looks just as astonished as you feel. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Uh, you told me to come over around five…”

He runs a hand through his hair, jaw clenched. “Yeah…guess I did…”

“Where were you?”

“Developing photos in the basement.” He holds them up for you to see—then suddenly pulls them back toward his chest. “Just…just boring ones. Nothing you’d wanna see.”

“Bullshit.” He looks up at you, startled. Wordlessly, you hold up the picture of you undressing. His mouth drops open for a second.

“Y/N, I can explain that…”

“Can you? I’d love to hear it.”

He runs a hand through his hair again, almost dropping the pictures he has in his arms. “Look, I…I really like you, okay? I have for years. You’re just so…” He pauses, giving you a once-over.

So what? You think. But there are more pressing matters at hand. “And you just thought taking a picture like this, without my knowledge, was okay? Are you…stalking me?”

“What? No, I’m not stalking you. I’m not crazy, Y/N. I was just out in the woods one day…it was a little after Will had disappeared, I was looking for him…and I saw you. And I just couldn’t help myself. You were just…” He reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear, but you smack his hand away.

“I wanna see those photos you just developed.”

“Y/N…”

You practically tear them from his hands. They’re all of you. You at the library, you in your pajamas…you taking a shower. You feel your insides twisting into a fantastic pretzel shape. “Jon, what the fuck?”

“I know you like me too.” His tone changes suddenly, throwing you for yet another loop. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Y/N. And all these photos…these were private, just for me. No on else was going to see them.”

You stare at him for a moment. “That doesn’t make any of this okay, J! I…I have to go. I need some time to think.” He slams the door shut before you can even take a step. “Let me go, Jon.”

“Y/N…can we just talk about this? Sit down, have a talk?”

“No!” You feel tears prick your eyes. You’re so overwhelmed… “I just wanna go home.”

Jonathan sighs like a tired parent, taking your arm and guiding you toward the bed. You don’t resist, knowing it won’t do you much good at this exact moment. You both sit down and he runs a hand tenderly along your spine. “You like me too, don’t you, Y/N?”

You refuse to look at him. “I did.”

“Well, this is great then.” He laughs but it’s clearly forced. “We both like each other, so—”

“What you did was wrong,” you interrupt. “I want all of those pictures burned.”

“What? I’m not gonna burn them.” He brushes his thumb down your cheek, catching a stray tear as it falls. “They’re precious to me. Just like you.”

You can tell he’s being sincere. How does he not realize how wrong all of this is? “C-can I go now?”

“No, wait a minute.” He pulls you closer and you immediately stiffen. “Knowing you like me back…oh Y/N….” Without warning he kisses you full on the lips. You can’t help but pay attention to how it feels—you had wanted this for such a long time. His lips are soft, almost like you imagine a child’s would be. One hand is still on your back while the other tangles itself in your hair. You’re so distracted you almost forget to push him away. Almost.

“I-I don’t like you anymore!”

He smiles gently. “I bet I could make you like me again.”

You take that as your moment to leap off the bed, making a mad dash for the door. Jonathan tackles you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “No!” You scream as loud as you can, hoping a neighbor or someone will hear you. He flips you over so you’re on your back, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Shhhh, Y/N, it’s okay…I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t scream, okay? Be good and quiet for me?” You squirm under him but God, is he strong…how is he so strong? He reaches into a drawer in his desk, pulling out a long length of fabric. A tie. He’s so gentle as he ties it around your head, even as you kick and try to scream through the gag. You know what he’s planning and you do not want to be here for it. “Now.” He kisses your forehead. “You want this too, don’t you, Y/N?”

You shake your head vehemently, struggling as he pins your arms down. “I know you do.” He brushes his nose against yours. “My Y/N. I’m doing all this cause I love you, okay?” While one hand keeps your arms pinned above your head (how is he so strong?) the other snakes beneath your skirt. You kick as well as you can, trying to throw him off. He cups you carefully, rubbing your clit with a feather light touch. You try not to react but it’s impossible. In spite of your brain’s best efforts, you’re wet. Jonathan’s eyes light up. “You’re going to enjoy this, sweetheart. I promise.”

He continues working on your clit, eventually moving your panties aside. You gasp as he puts two fingers inside you. You don’t know how he’s so good at what he’s doing—he’s too shy to have tried this with anyone else. And you hate it, you tell yourself. You hate it. You hate him. It doesn’t matter how he’s spreading you wide and making your hips buck. He looks you in the eye and you’re terrified of what you see there—pitch darkness. “You like this, baby?” You scream “fuck you” around the gag and he actually looks hurt. He removes his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see him lick your essence off. “If I let your wrists go, will you be good? I can do so much more for you that way.” He grabs your chin, squeezing uncharacteristically hard, forcing you to look at him. “I know you can be good for me. I don’t wanna have to hurt you. Okay?” Your breaths are shallow and fast, your eyes wider than saucers. He releases you and you immediately start hitting and scratching at whatever parts of him you can reach. He sighs like a teacher who’s had to discipline a student one too many times.

Jonathan catches your wrist in his hand, twisting it into an unnatural position that makes you gasp. “I’ll break it.” His tone is flat, emotionless. “Do you want me to do that?” A tiny “no” leaves your lips. “Then put your hands by your head and keep them there.” He looks at you almost sadly, brushing your hair out of your face. “I don’t know why you’re fighting me. We’ve both wanted this for so long.”

You want to scream to the moon and tell him exactly why, but you know it wouldn’t do any good. The man is goddamn CRAZY, you’re sure of that. All you can think to do now is ride this out and hope he doesn’t kill you when it’s over.

You shudder as you hear him unzip his jeans. He pulls out his cock gingerly, as if even he isn’t 100% sure what to do with it. He gives you a reassuring smile, pulling your skirt and panties down to your knees. You don’t bother trying to stop the tears as they flow freely down your cheeks, wetting your hair. He kisses your nose tenderly. “Don’t worry, I have condoms.” You’re surprised at how much relief that brings you. At least, you think as you watch him roll one on, you won’t have to worry about carrying his baby after this. Although he’d probably like that…you shiver.

Sparks fly as he pushes in. You can feel every inch of him inside you, and it feels…good? No, you chide yourself immediately. Fuck him. You’re not going to cum from this. Your cervix, however, disagrees. As he thrusts in and out (gently, giving you time to catch your breath), you see blackness at the corners of your eyes. You’re going to pass out, you think, and what a relief that would be… But you don’t pass out. You feel every aching minute, every ounce of pain and pleasure, until finally you know you’re close. Jonathan notices this too, damn him. “You’re almost there, aren’t you sweetie? I am too. God, just thinking about you brings me to the edge. You’re just so—” He cuts off as he explodes inside you. Thank the good lord for condoms. His hand drops to your clit, touching and flicking till you can’t stand it anymore. With a whine so piteous it’s embarrassing, you come. Jonathan talks you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and stroking your hair.

When you come down from your high, you’re still sobbing. You realize you never stopped. Jonathan gently removes the gag, massaging the corners of your mouth. “You did so good for me, sweetness. God, I love you. You’re so…”

“Let me go,” you whisper, and he acts like this is a new thing.

“Oh yeah, of course, baby.” He lets you stand and redress. “Oh, one more thing.” You turn to him, recoiling as a flash nearly blinds you. He’s taken another picture. “Happy Halloween, Y/N. I’ll see you soon."

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lights out (final);

↳ pairing: taehyung x female reader

↳ genre: friends to lovers au | horror | crack | fluff | smut

↳ word count: 4,607

↳ warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (as usual in my stories but please stay safe kids!), a few ridiculous jokes especially about the DC universe so forgive me, oral (male receiving), cum shot, they have sex at a party and that’s that. Smut.

↳ summary: when your apartment is haunted on a Halloween day but not really.

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“Tae!” you hissed, “that’s exactly why people die in horror movies.”

His amusement was securely hidden somewhere inside of him and after a small shrug of his shoulder he forced the plain white door of your apartment open, “it’s probably just a rat, Y/N.”

“A rat?” you stop him from going further by yanking him towards your body.

He stared blankly at you, “what? Do you want it to be a demon?”

“I wish it was nothing,” you replied with a wrinkle of your nose and he melted, pinching your cheek.

“Maybe it is nothing,” he assured and you purse your lips, not really making an effort to believe his words.

“Or maybe rats are just fine,” you said quietly, making Taehyung scoff.

He turned around and strode into the living room without the need to make something for you to follow him - your chest almost pressed against his side, clammy hand grasping his tightly.

He felt sorry for a moment but then he remembered of the reason - the real reason, you were here and pushed the feeling away.

The two of you held a nice and unimportant conversation while he drove you to the party when he suddenly asked you about the haunted thing.

You thought for a second before replying, bottom lip stuck under your teeth. But when he elbowed your arm lightly to get your attention with a sweet smile adorning his face you decided it was alright.

If there’s something inside of your apartment or if your are just mad - it doesn’t matter, not really, because Taehyung will be there for you.

And you know you are not willing to go back there - at least not until you find out what is going on, so you know you’d have to stay with him. And with him because you wanted to. So you have to tell him the reason why. The real one. And you do; you tell him everything, trying to reason what happened but not really coming up with anything.

Your voice broke when you told him how scared you were when the lights flickered and everything went dark, and you don’t notice his lips turning downwards nor hear his heart beating erratically when you say the first person you thought as safe haven was him. You were too invested to notice that he almost blew off his own plans just to calm you down.

But soon he felt the ghost of your lips against his own and images of the last night clouded his vision. He didn’t give up then.

He turned to the wrong street, to your neighborhood and shushed you when you asked what the hell was that he was doing.

Now you are inside of the apartment - the one you were convinced is not yours anymore, with your blood running cold through your veins.

Taehyung is ridiculous and you almost hate him for this - because not even as a joke you have the heart to - for being able to convince you that come to see what is going on is okay. It is not.

You see when he reaches his free hand to press the light switch twice.

“Still no electricity.”

“No shit,” you rolled your eyes. Shivers shoot down your body, and you told yourself it was exclusively the heater’s fault. Not because you were scared, no.

You take steps impossibly closer to Tae and with every sound of the hardwood floor under your feet, your heartbeat sounds louder inside your ears.

Just for a second, you believe him. Maybe it is just a rat. It’s more possible than a demon, right?

But then you rewind the events and ask yourself - how is it possible that a rat can do all of this?

And you can’t find an answer.

When the two of you place a step at the corridor, you hear it. A loud thud coming from your room.

“Holy fucking shit,” you snake your arms around his waist, making him groan playfully but hold you back nonetheless. “What was that?”

Since you are facing the door, you miss his cheeky smile when he replies. “You have such a dirty mouth, huh?”

You frown, opening said mouth to give an smart answer when he bend over to nudge his nose into your neck. And your throat is dry.

Another noise comes from the room and you squirm under him, his breath making you shudder when it hits your bare skin. You are wavering between being scared and aroused, and this is making you mad.

What Taehyung thinks he is doing right now?

And why?

When the third sound echoes and he pulls away to complain the interruption - because he knows exactly what is going on, you press your hand against his mouth, “Shhhh.”

You squint your eyes, but it doesn’t do much for your vision.

“Let’s see what is happening,” he pushed you forward after slapping your hand out of the way.

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Do you want to die?” he laughs loudly, startling you. “Why are you laughing, asshole?”

Without time to process what is happening and how suddenly the mood inside the apartment changed, he drags you with him into the dark corridor to open your bedroom door with no mercy. And when it hits the wall, you flinch.

“SURPRISE!”

You frown, confused as you see your friends rising from different spots inside of your room. Your really small room.

They bumped into each other and the Sailor Moon - that you will find out later is no one less than NamJoon, knocks over your night lamp.

“What the fu-“

The room light up, the beep of your refrigerator coming to life resonates somewhere under all of the sounds, and you try to decide how to feel.

All of them - at least the ones who are sober enough to notice, make fun of the face you make. Something between scared, pissed and confused. And the Little Red SeokJin even manages to snap a picture.

With hands full of cups and bottles everyone is dressed to the party, and you don’t understand one of the million things that are happening at the same time.

When the grumpy cat Yoongi complained about the ache on his back after spending all this time crouched down, people started to speak louder and at the same time - somewhere someone plugged their phone into your amplifier, music started playing and everyone moved to spread around.

They passed through you, some leaving a kiss on your cheek or gently patting your head.

“Happy halloween!” Tae shout at your side and reach over to shut your mouth that was hanging open.

“Yay Y/N, happy halloween~” sang the Sailor Moon with his legs tangled in between your bed sheets. He stumbled forward, but recovered quickly with the help of Hoseok - who was dressed as a sunflower, and runs to hug you. “Happy birthday, my sweet friend.”

“You guys took too long,” Hoseok rolled his eyes at NamJoon antics, but he still had a pretty smile on his face. “And it is not her birthday,” he ended, dragging the taller one behind him but not before whispering something to Taehyung that you didn’t catch.

He closed the door behind him, the sound of the party muffled, and with your arms crossed against your chest you turn to look at Taehyung who carries a sheepish smile on his lips.

“We took too long?” you asked with a perfect made eyebrow raised.

“Surprise?” he looks at you innocently, but you are already hitting him with your bat mask. “Ouch, Y/N, had no idea you were this kinky,” he half laughed when you straddled his waist when he purposely fell on the bed to protect himself, arms in front of his face before he decided to hold your wrists. “Stop!” he begged, but you kept wriggling to move away from his touch and to hit him.

“What is going on?” you asked, huffing and quieting down on his stomach. He moved uncomfortably under you, but didn’t want to acknowledge the reason why. “I told you that we couldn’t do the party at my place and…”

You trailed off. And now the party is going on. At your place.

You talked to him about how it was not possible. To host a party inside of your apartment, that is. Because while your neighbors can be nice people and will put up with a small reunion here and there, they will not stand your loud ass friends getting drunk and being loud. And by loud, you mean Loud.

And you are not really mad, but still. He did it even when you told him not to, behind your back. Why?

You stiff suddenly and he tilt his head to the side, moving his hand to clutch your waist and caress you. “What?”

“What about the demon?” you whispered, lowering your upper body, face inches away from Tae’s. “I read somewhere that if you are under some substance it is easier for them to possess you, like you are more vulnerable or something.”

His breath hitched at the proximity and he watches the way your mouth moves while you speak. When he didn’t reply, you grasped his shoulder to have him.

You mean, have his attention.

Yes.

“Don’t you get it?” he whispered back, slipping his hand from your waist to your back to hold you still. “I did that.”

“Did what?” You asked puzzled.

And hold you he did when you tried to jerk away from his touch when you realized. “Kim Taehyung, you mother fu-“

“Let me explain, please,” he hugged you, pressing his cheek on your chest and trying not to think about the way your body molded into his. He calmed you like he would do to a child, and surprisingly it made you stay still and panting on top of him, making all the blood from his head move. From his head to somewhere else.

“You have one second,” you played and he smiled.

You can’t be angry at him.

And the two of you are crazy because of that.

Taehyung nudge you with his chin and you free yourself to look at him.

How he managed to be this blind?

He observes you.

From the way you brush your hair away from your face, to the curve of your jaw and how your tinted lips are pressed together.

His heart is constricting painfully and he hold onto that feeling strangely.

“I know it is stupid,” he started, and you mimicked the way he tilted his head to the side earlier, “but I did this because…”

“Because?” you encouraged him to go on when he averted his eyes from yours with embarrassment.

“Because I love you!” he burst out, honeyed cheeks tinting a nice cherry color.

“You what?” you asked with widened eyes.

“I love you,” he said softly this time, smiling without flashing his teeth and looking back at you. Your hand that found support on his chest felt the thuds of his heart that was beating rhythmically to yours.

The music outside no more was muffled by the closed door because they turned it up. It doesn’t matter though, all that you could hear was Taehyung’s voice.

“And I know you love me too,” he took the opportunity to say it when you kept silent, but you questioned him with your eyes. How? “I know that because you told me this yesterday. You kissed me at the nightclub then you kissed me good night, Y/N,” he breathed. ”And then you told me you love me. I knew you were too drunk to remember, and I was relieved for a second. I thought you didn’t mean that, at least not in a romantic way,” he sighed and your eyes flashed hurt. It doesn’t make any sense. Why would that be a relief?

He reach his hand to smooth away the worry lines that formed between your eyebrows with his thumb. He continued, “but then Hoseok called me an idiot. And he had Jungkook and Jimin at my house to tell me the same thing - they called the two of us idiots because we never realized we were in love with each other, but we are.”

He ended with a laugh of disbelief and the corner of your lips turned upwards. “We are?” you tried to tease, but you were still kinda numb hearing that.

Because you know you are. It’s been a while now. And it was not the first time your friends would call one of you out, no. But the first time Taehyung saw it with his own eyes - he finally believed in the love you felt for him, the same he felt for you. At least when told. He won’t think about that for too long - he’s still slightly unsure about this. Not his feelings, but yours. If he put too much thought into it, he will think he’s just fooling himself and that he’s friends are the blind ones. So he replies instead.

“I can see it now,” he beamed proudly. “I see it in the way you are looking at me, Y/N. It’s the same way I look at you, isn’t it?” he repeats what his friends told him, hint of hope dripping from his eyes.

You nodded, smoothing his hair lovingly with your fingers. You pecked his nose and he smiled even brightly, almost making you forget about the party and everything else he did with the help of your friends. Almost.

“Did you really had to do it all though? Scare the shit out of me?”

“I didn’t,” he shrugged and you giggled, he was forgiven. “But Jungkook convinced me, for the Halloween spirit.”

You groan, letting your body fall limp next to his, “Fucking brat.”

“Ah, that mouth,” he groans, turning to cage you with his body on top of yours, “keep talking dirty to me.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, sticking your tongue out to wet your lips.

Your smile faded slowly to the way he watched you, darkened gaze following the movement of your tongue.

“Can I kiss you?”

He lets loose a grin far from the sweet you are used to see, ducking his head to brush his nose against yours. You can’t find strength to do more than nod and move your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

He smiles and teases you first, nudging your mouth with his before you whine and he is forcing his lips against yours - and the party doesn’t exist anymore, it’s just you and Taehyung inside of your room. In your Batman and Joker fantasies.

You laugh between kisses and he pulls away to look at you with both amusement and fondness, “what is it?”

“This is kinky, Tae,” you tugged his purple suit, “did you have this planned too?”

“I didn’t,” he pouted and you bite your own lips at the sight, “but that’s actually pretty hot, don’t you think?”

You snort, “not really.”

“I can make it,” he promised, suddenly grinding his hips against yours.

“What?” you gasped.

Taehyung slips one hand along your jaw and stop to hold the back of your neck, pulling at your hair lightly. “I can make it hot,” he breathed behind your ear where he left a tenderly kiss. Your body shudders under his.

You feel lost and overwhelmed - but only in the better sense of these two words, especially when his mouth find yours again to kiss you deeply and with passion. You don’t want to think about how this turned from your house being haunted to a confession and then to this. Really, you are just glad it all turned out so well and that Taehyung’s lips couldn’t taste any better.

You moan when he pushes his body against yours once more. He loses it.

His free hand travel from your waist to disappear under the skirt of your dress, slender fingers tugging the waistband of your panties.

“Tae, our friends,” you murmured against his mouth.

He dismissed it with a groan, but you pulled a strand of his hair.

He sighed, focused on kissing your jaw and leaving a wet trail behind. “Hobi won’t let anyone come in, he promised.”

“Hobi?” you click your tongue with the thought of Hoseok knowing exactly what the two of you were about to do and shove Tae playfully by the shoulder. He doesn’t move. “So you did have this all planned?”

“I told you they wanted to help,” he replied against your neck and you sink your nails on his shoulder. Taehyung pulled away to look at you. “I probably owe him something now,” he finished with a shrug.

You notice the green stains you left on his suit after playing with his tinted hair. You scrunch your nose upon seeing it, and he follows what you see - devilish smile making a show after that.

“We should take this off,” that’s what he says before diving into your neck again, nibbling at the sensitive skin and somehow tossing the suit away, green shirt following right next.

“I-I’m not done talking with you,” you stuttered, breath hitching when he laughed close to your ear.

“It’s okay, keep talking,” he breathed, suddenly stopping on top of you and going stiff.

“Tae?” you called quietly, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

He dropped his head to hide his face on the crook of your neck. “Are you sure you want me?”

He asked just as quietly, and you moved under him in a way to cup both of his cheeks in your hands and force him to look at you.

“Why this out of nowhere?” you asked with a small smile.

“What if-“ he started, moving his eyes to look anywhere but your face, “what if we do this and you decide you were wrong? That this is not what you want? And if we are going too fast and-”

“I do want you, Tae,” you promised, tracing your fingers over his cheek. “I want us, too. I want this,” you continued, slowly pulling him closer to your face until your noses touched and he would have no choice now but look at you. “I wanted this for so long, how could I not? You are amazing, Taehyung. You know it right?”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “It’s just so unreal for me to have you here like this, I guess I’m just scared. I just wanted to be sure.”

“It’s okay to be scared,” you pointed, kissing his jaw, “but I promise you I won’t go anywhere,” and then you kiss his neck, hands sliding down to undo his belt. “And that I’m very real…” you trailed off while unzipping the fastener with easy, “if you want to do it-“

Taehyung reaches for you, kissing your mouth and replying against your lips, “I do.”

“Good.”

Cool air brushed his naked body while you helped him take off his pants and boxer shorts - you felt his hand sneaks its way to your thighs once again and you arched your back when he tugged your dress to take it off as well, muttering something about how it was only fair.

Taehyung hangs over you, arms on each side of your body and you sneak one glance at his hard length.

His dick is long and thick, and you are almost as desperate to touch him as he is to feel you around himself.

You reach your hand to place it at his stomach, and when he looks at you in confusion you only give him back a sly smirk. You press your hand against him and he obliges, laying down so you can change positions, looking inside of his eyes one more time - so he can see how sure of this you are and how sure he is. You find what you were looking for - behind his lust filled eyes you see love, your best friend Taehyung.

You part your lips so you can taste him.

And Taehyung tastes good.

You watch as he close his eyes, a loud groan leaving his lips the second you swirl your tongue around his tip while one hand work on his shaft, pressing and moving up and down.

You massage his thigh with one hand, feeling the muscles tense as he tries to hold himself and not buck his hips against your mouth, but he does tangles his fingers around your hair and you reward him by going further.

“Y/N-“ he started and you hummed, sending vibrations throughout his whole body.

You hear Taehyung’s moans and you are so glad your walls aren’t that thin - you’d be so mad if you couldn’t hear that sound.

“This f-feels so good,” he struggled with the words and you took him out of your mouth to hear what he had to say, still working your hand along his length. “Your mouth feels so good, I-“

You kissed his wet tip and he whined, pulling your hair. You chuckle, seeing as Taehyung’s body shudder as your breath reach him.

“You what?”

“I bet-“ he wet his lips, prompting his body on his elbows and looking straight into your eyes. The heat that spreads through your core have you pressing your thighs against each other and he cocks one eyebrow at you - not looking as wrecked as he did just one second ago when you had his dick inside of your mouth. “I bet it will feel even better when I’m inside of you.”

And suddenly he is reaching his large hand, grasping you by the arm and sitting you on his thigh. You can feel the warmth of his cock emanating close to your own heat and you eye him eagerly, waiting for instructions - which also doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Aren’t you going to take off your panties?” he asked teasingly after eyeing you down and you nod with vigor, holding his hand he offered you so you could take it off.

You do it, tossing it somewhere behind you.

“And what about this?” He traced the strap of your bra and you took it off as well, sitting now naked on his thigh.

He rested his arms on his sides and traveled his eyes through your body - you felt the blood rush all the way to your face and you hide your chest with your arms, watching his lips turn into a pout, head tilted to the side. “Don’t hide yourself,” he asked sweetly, “you just look so beautiful, don’t hide yourself from me.”

Taehyung held both of your arms, uncovering you. He presses your palms against his own chest then hold you by the waist, “I really want to be inside of you right now,” he said, pulling you closer, you lock eyes with him. “You said you wanted it too, didn’t you?” you nod, breath stuck inside your throat. “So why don’t you do it?”

You nod again, feeling a little dizzy.

Why does he have to look at you like this? You feel your legs weak and you didn’t do anything yet.

You position yourself and Taehyung grit his teeths the second you let your body sink, wet folds welcoming his hard length. He hold you still, fingers sinking into your skin. The two of you wait, adjusting to the feeling when he finally nudges you, asking you to move.

You moan - both of pleasure and relief when the ache between your legs reduce, and you start bouncing up and down. Taehyung’s moans joined yours, making you clench around him at the sound and he hisses. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that,”

But you don’t mind. You clench around him again when you see his face twist in even more pleasure as sweat glitter his golden skin. The paint of his hair and face stain both of your skins - and it’s all sticky, messy and hot. And you don’t mind that either.

Lowering your body, you kiss his lips open mouthed. He moans against you, bucking his hips up and holding you tighter.

He wanted to tip his head back and moan louder, he wanted you to know how good you were making him feel - but the sight of you fucking yourself into his cock held him in his place, eyes glued on your face.

Your thighs almost gave up when you felt a wave of pleasure run along your body, tightening itself right under your stomach - you meowed Taehyung’s name and he knew you were close, so close to cum all over his cock. He moved to fuck you faster, harder, and you drawn one long moan before releasing yourself over him, panting hard, but you kept on moving - because you wanted to see him cum too.

You ignored how sensitive you felt and clenched around him, trying to help him on his orgasm - he said he was close, or he tried to (from what you caught between his moans) when he held you and asked you to stop. You looked at him confused.

“Where can I cum?” he asked, pushing your shoulder, still inside of you, until you were laying on your back.

Oh.

“Wherever you want to,” you replied, smart smile. He grunted, thrusting deep inside of you and making you scream.

Taehyung then kept this pace before pulling out and you whined when he did so. He stroked himself, eyes aimed at your center - he jerked his fists over the head of his cock before releasing himself on your stomach and breast. It felt warm and thick, and you savored the image in front of you.

“Wow,” he said after a while, dropping his body at your side then rolling off the bed.

“Wow indeed,” you hummed, thinking about what just happened and staring at the ceiling when you felt something wet on your chest.

“Sorry about that,” Taehyung said with his shirt in hand while cleaning your body carefully.

“S’ okay,” you replied quietly, content with the small gesture.

After he finishes, he tosses the shirt away - to the pile the two of you unintentionally made of clothes, and stretches his body next to yours before turning to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, “you look like The Batman Who Laughs,” he pointed out after a moment of just looking at you.

You roll your eyes, playfully slapping him in he chest, “how romantic.”

He reaches to brush off the smudged makeup on the corner of your lips, chin and cheeks, the content smile mirrored on his face while he does so. “We are still looking good,” he rewind the conversation the two of you had at his house earlier today in front of the mirror.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck so he can’t see your smile - but you are sure he can feel how hard your heart is beating right now.

You were about to answer, lips brushing against the skin of his neck when you flinch by the sound of breaking glass outside of your room followed by the boo of your friends. You sigh before replying, “we do.” And you sense when he smiles at you. “But you are cleaning my apartment tomorrow all on your own.”

Taehyung’s groan fills your ears and you suppress your laugh - gasping in surprise with the sudden feeling of his lips against yours after he pulled away from you. “Then I better use the time I have with you right now.”

And you know you will use yours to keep proving him you want this just as much as you did before.

A/N: Feedback is appreciated! Please let me know what you think about this, it’s important <3

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Studio Audience

TW for mature content and non-consent.        “Your husband decided to say ‘fuck Gotham.'  Well I say, ‘fuck your husband.’  Figuratively, of course; he’s just so...old.”

      She watched the owner of the voice stroll out of the shadows, coming into view one bright color at a time.        “So I thought to myself, ‘Joker?',” he playfully put a finger to the side of his garish red lips,  “'What would a man like Bernard Elliot treasure the most?’”         The clown came to a stop in front of the table on which she lay strapped down and gagged.  Her hands were bound together and anchored above her head. Her feet were similarly tied at the ankles and secured to the bottom of the rickety table.       “For most men, that’s easy to determine.  But a guy like your husband?”  He shook his head as if he pitied her.        “I'm just so, insatiably curious.  Does he choose to save his pretty young trophy wife? Or,” he tickled the bottom of one of her feet and briefly stuck out the tip of his tongue. “Or, does he simply call it a lost cause?  And it’s not about the money!” he exclaimed, shaking his head as if she’d asserted that his plan was some cheap money grab. “Not for me, at least.  However, money seems to mean everything to your husband.  Let’s see if that's true.”       He swaggered his way around the side of the table and stooped down toward her face.  “Now, if I remove this gag, am I gonna have to hear a bunch of screaming?”       “No,” she said through the fabric, shaking her head.       He’d removed a knife from his sleeve, flicked it open, and cut off the gag before she even had time to be startled.       “Bastard!” she spat.        Frustratingly, he just smiled back at her.       “It’s nothing personal,” he assured. “I know I probably came in and shook up your plan.  The guy’s old enough to croak any day now and here I am messing with your inheritance.  What can I say?  I’m a curious cat.”       He proceeded to walk around the table, checking her bonds for tightness.  Thin, long-fingered hands worked their way underneath each cord and gave it a quick tug.  She’d expected to feel the bite of rope against her flesh, but it was conspicuously absent.  When all she felt was pressure, she looked closer to see that her bonds appeared to made from a smooth, but sturdy nylon material.  It looked far more menacing than it felt.       Satisfied, the Joker took his leave.  “I’ll be back in a while, doll.  Don’t go anywhere.”  He laughed at his own joke as he strode out of the room.       She took the opportunity to look around the room once more, hoping to figure out where she was being held.  Hours ago, she’d been confronted in her bedroom by a pair of men wearing clown masks.  One chloroform-soaked rag later, and she woke bound to the table clad only in her silk nightie.  The air in the room was so cold against her skin that she could barely stand it.       The room looked to be a storage closet of sorts, but the assortment of items confused her.  Sports equipment, Halloween costumes, random platforms.  An idea occurred to her and she squinted to see as far into the high ceiling as should could.  There were ropes draped across the rafters.  She guessed she was in some sort of theatre.  But where?       She heard the Joker’s dress shoes clicking against the hard floor, returning for who knows what awful reason.  If he was going to hold her hostage, she’d hoped that he would simply leave her alone.       “Mrs. Elliot,” he sang out.  A piece of black satin cloth dangled from his hand.  “Now, unfortunately,” he said in what was clearly mock apology, “I can’t have you knowing where we’re going, so I’m gonna have to blindfold you.  Play nice?”       There wasn’t really much she could do to resist, besides perhaps bite him when he came closer.       She huffed.  “Fine.”       He whistled as he worked, making sure the fabric was nice and secure.       Almost immediately after, she felt cold glass pressed against her lips.  She snapped them shut forcefully, jerking her head to the side.       “Drink,” he ordered.  “I could inject this, but I’m trying to be nice.”       Praying it wasn’t some type of poison, she allowed him to pour a small amount of liquid through her lips.  It left an odd sensation; the liquid was room temperature, but heated as it went down her throat.  The feeling was similar to swallowing liquor, but not quite.       Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, she no longer felt cold.  Then, her entire body began to tingle, her skin feverish as she felt wetness pool between her legs.  She felt like she was a star, radiating massive amounts of heat from her core.  A quick frisson of panic hit her.       An aphrodisiac, she realized.       She’d never felt so needy in her entire life, but she was becoming too distracted to be worried.  A single hand slid up between her bound thighs, and she gasped loudly without any forethought.  A shrill giggle met her ears as she felt slender fingers spider-walk their way back down toward her feet.       Stop enjoying this, she chastised herself.  He’s a psychopath and he’s probably going to kill you after he’s done.  For some reason, her self talk backfired; the imminent danger seemed to only increase her drug-fueled desire.       "Now I’m gonna need you to behave for a minute.  Can I get that?  Hmmm?”       “What?” she asked as she squirmed side to side unconsciously.  “Behave how?”       He didn’t answer, but she felt him move his hands to her bound feet.  He wound another cord around her right ankle before anchoring it to the side of the table.  He then untied her feet where they had been bound together, quickly grabbing her free left ankle in a strong grip.  She let out a cry of protest and kicked as he wrapped another cord around the second ankle, moving to the other side of the table to anchor that foot as well.  He pulled the rope tighter on this side, then repeated on her right foot.  She was left spread wide open, unable to close her legs even an inch.  Her ass nearly hung over the bottom edge of the table.  She’d never been so embarrassed in her life and was extremely grateful she still wore her panties.       Just as the thought crossed her mind, she felt his fingertips ghost over the bit of thin cotton fabric.  She found herself panting, wiggling, and unable to stop herself despite her disgust.       “No real point to these anymore.”  He worked his finger underneath the elastic waistband and gave it a snap.  “You’re soaked.  They’re practically transparent.”  She’d have been mortified if she wasn’t so distracted.         He stooped down and she felt him blow a stream of air across the wet fabric.  She was barely able to hold back her sounds, and the urge to strain upward toward the source of light friction was nearly irresistible.       I’m not going to beg this creep to touch me, she promised herself.  It’s just whatever he fed me.       She pursed her lips tightly, preventing the panting breaths trying to fight their way through.  If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that she wasn’t sure how long she could keep this up.       Suddenly, the table began to move and she realized why it had been so rickety - it was on wheels.  She was being wheeled out of the room, still tied open in the same lewd position.  While she hoped that it was just her and Joker in the theatre, she highly doubted they were alone.  The two men who had abducted her were probably milling about somewhere.       “Alright, sweetheart,” the Joker’s reedy voice boomed,  “Iiiiit’s showtime!” he shouted, ripping off the blindfold with a flourish, arms held wide.        Blinking her eyes, she realized that she’d been correct that they were in a theatre.  The Joker stood in her line of sight, the two of them the only occupants of a rather small stage.  The seats in front of them were vacant, save for the first few rows.  The rows were occupied by about two dozen men, all unkempt and rough looking; clearly, these were the Joker’s goons.  The clown put a finger to his lips, shushing everyone in the audience.       “Shhhh.  Show’s about to start boys!” he announced, pushing up the sleeves of his red suit jacket to reveal sinewy lower arms.       "Tonight, live in front of a studio audience, we have the wife of Bernard Elliot, former mayor of Gotham.”       The audience boo-ed.  Her husband was not a popular man.  There had been allegations of embezzling millions from the city, but there was never enough proof to prosecute.  He was, technically, innocent.        “Finally, a guy who can get it up,” he laughed, the crowd snickering along.        It had been quite some time since she and her husband had been intimate in the traditional sense, due to his advanced age.  Still, she’d never been unfaithful, and she did have genuine feelings for Bernard.  Of course she knew what people thought of her - a soulless gold digger.  She’d worked so hard to prove them wrong and, yet, here she was, practically aching to be touched by this freak.         It’s just been a while, that’s all, she reassured herself.  That, combined with whatever-it-was coursing through her body, meant that even the clown’s touch wasn’t exactly repulsive.  Most of her distaste, at the moment, came from the ridiculous amount of exposure. He could've just held her legs open, couldn't he?       The man in question turned away from the small crowd, approaching the table slowly and deliberately.  Nearly hyperventilating in anticipation, she focused on his hands as they slid along the inside of her thighs once again.  She’d always had a thing for men’s hands, and the Joker’s were actually quite attractive.  Prominent knuckles accentuated the lean digits, veins bulging slightly near the wrists.  She held her breath as those hands reached up and made a clean tear through her panties, discarding them to the side.       Finally, he reached out and flicked her clit with his thumb.  Just once.  She saw stars and groaned, unable to stop herself.  Before she could blink, his mouth was on her, hungrily lapping at her sex like a crazed beast.        Within moments she felt her pussy quiver, crying out as an orgasm stole all her senses and she practically gushed.  As she came down, she didn’t feel as satisfied as she'd expected, her pussy clenching uselessly around nothing.       The burning feeling beneath her skin subsided and she felt her mind slowly clearing.  The ecstatic need was gone, but the desire remained; she still wanted his hands on her.  She wanted them on every inch of her at once.  Slowly, the sense of danger crept back in.       “Ah,” he said as he looked up from between her legs, his mouth soaked.  He wiped away the wetness on the back of his hand, a red smear of paint coming off with it.  “I see it’s time for another tipple.”       He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small glass vial filled with purple liquid.       “I’m not drinking that,” she said firmly.  “Do what you’re gonna do, but I’m not taking more of...whatever that is.”       Joker gave her another pitying smile, as if she was dim.  He then leaned forward to hover over her body, whispering close to her ear so the henchman wouldn’t hear.       “Listen,” he started.  She shivered as his warm breath entered her ear.  She could smell a faint hint of her juices on his breath.       He continued, “Let’s make a deal.  You take this second dose and it’s just you and I playing house.  If you refuse, then the whole deal gets scrapped and I give you my guys as their new toy.  And some of these guys?” he raised his painted eyebrows and nodded his head toward the crowd, “They’re real creeps.  No promises on how long your pretty face would last.  Ya follow me?”       She followed, in the sense that she knew that she definitely wasn’t getting out of this.  She decided to go with the devil she knew, rather than dozens of devils she didn’t.       Besides, she thought, not without a bit of guilt, he wasn’t so bad.  He seemed to be nicely built, from what she felt through his suit, and the angles of his painted face might’ve even been handsome beneath the makeup.       “Okay,” she whispered back, earning a lick across her ear that made her jump.       “Gooood,” he cooed, grinning widely as he moved his body off of hers.  He brought the vial to her lips and she gulped it down.  It tasted slightly sweeter than the last dose and - oh no.       Her very being felt like it was on fire, her skin feeling as if it might actually melt if she wasn’t touched right now.  Joker stood with his head cocked to the side, watching her reaction with delight.       “Oh, God,” she moaned, barely recognizing her own voice.  She felt her mind melting away, leaving her a mindless slave to her body.       “Ha!  Not quite,” the clown winked down at her and held the empty vial just above his tongue, a single leftover drop landing upon it.  He slurped it up and shook his head back and forth violently, like a dog shaking its jowls.  “Now let’s have some real fun.”       She lifted her head up to watch entranced as he undid his belt buckle and began to slowly draw down his zipper.  He freed his straining erection from its confines and her eyes grew wide. He was on the upper end of the scale, size-wise, but not extraordinarily big. Still, to her lust-addled mind, it looked enormous.       He took himself in hand and began to stroke himself languidly, watching her reaction as she gritted her teeth in frustration.  She knew he was playing a mind game. He probably wanted to see her beg, but she'd promised herself she'd retain some dignity.  Of course, that was before he'd given her that second dose.       "What's that song I heard on the radio the other day?"  He addressed his followers, slowing the movement of his hand.  "The new one," he searched mentally as he improvised the tune.       "Doctor Feelgood!" one of the guys yelled out.       "Yeah!  Yeah, that's it.  I'm Doc-tor Feelgood baby -" he began to laugh, but was cut short.       "- Please!" she shouted over him, cutting through his monologue of bullshit.  She'd had enough.       He raised one painted brow and smiled evilly.       "Please what?" He guided his cock toward her entrance, rubbing the head back and forth across her clit.       She sat silent for a moment, practically hyperventilating.       "Please just fuck me already," she groaned, finally giving up all self control.  She was just a mindless shell of herself at this point.  Distantly, she wondered if this dose of aphrodisiac would wear off at the same rate as the first.  Somehow, she didn’t think it would.       He reached up with his free hand to slap his forehead with his palm.       "Oh!  Well why didn't you just say so?"       He looked past where she lay on the table, speaking over her shoulder and asked, "We rolling Johnny?"       Confused, she jerked her head back to see a man standing there with a mounted camera.       "Been rolling, boss," Johnny answered. "You ready?"       "Wait!" she cried out.  "So, what?  You’re gonna tape this and send it to my husband? Not very inventive."       The Joker threw his head back and laughed before looking her straight in the eyes.       "Nononono honey. We're about to go live."       It took a second for that to register through the haze in which she was floating.       "What?! No!" she screamed.  It was one thing for her husband to see her like this.  It was completely another for the entire city to watch this happen.       The camera man moved to the side of the table to get a better view of the action.       "Aw, c'mon now.  Where’s your enthusiasm?"  With that, he finally entered her, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.  She was so wet that there was little resistance.        He started fucking her at a frenzied pace, and her mind went blank once again.  All she could think about was how wrong this was.  Were they really playing this live on TV?  Joker had been known to hijack television signals in the past, so it was very plausible.  Still, she couldn’t help but love every second of him rocking in and out of her.       She began jerking her hips upward to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper inside of her.  He laughed hysterically at her eagerness.       “Yeah, baby, that's the spirit.  What would your old man say if he saw you like this, hm?  Let’s find out.”        The man working the camera returned to his previous position behind her head, opposite the table from his boss.  Joker slowed the serpentine movement of his hips, giving her just enough stimulation to keep her from going completely mad.  She squirmed and let out a sound of protest that went unnoticed.  Instead, he looked up into the camera while continuing to fuck into her.       “Hi Bernard. I know this is probably a little awkward, but I'm really in need of a favor.  See, I'm gonna need you to pay back - Oo! Shit,” he cussed, cutting himself off when she squeezed around him, silently urging him to quicken his pace. He continued slowly, regaining his concentration.        “...to pay back what you took from the people of Gotham.  Now, I know you probably think this is about money, but it's not.  It's about which you love more - your fortune you took at the expense of the city, or your pretty young wife.  Look at the camera sweetie,” he reached up and bopped the bottom of her chin gently with his knuckle, tipping her chin upward to look into the camera.        “5 million for your whore wife. Or I keep her.  Course, she might not object,” he punctuated his statement with a hard thrust of his hips that hit directly against her G spot, eliciting a shriek of pleasant surprise.  The Joker laughed like a maniac.        “Enjoy the rest of the show Mayor Elliot.”       Six months later, the Joker was handed a note by one of the few associates with which he had an amicable relationship.  He was passing it along, he said, for an old friend of his.  The envelope reeked of expensive perfume and was sealed with a lipstick kiss.       Next time you're in Arkham, be sure to check the side doors.  You might just find one propped open.

[reid-fiction]

Maze Misadventures

In which Spencer’s daughter discovers how easy it is to get lost in a corn maze.

a/n: This gif haunts me...

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It was no secret to anyone that Spencer loved Halloween.

In fact, Spencer loved everything about the autumn season, from the crisp smell of the air to the bright, vibrant colors of the changing leaves, to the spooky masks and ghostly decorations that went up in store windows as soon as October began. Any excuse he could find to incorporate a fall activity into your weekend or evening, he would use it. 

When your daughter came along, Spencer made sure that she took on his love of autumn as soon as she was old enough to understand the concepts. Her first Halloween - when she was only 7 months old - he had dressed her up in a little cat outfit and paraded her around your neighborhood if for no other reason than to show her off to anyone who passed by. She slept through the last hour or so on his shoulder, but that didn’t stop him. If anything, he was enjoying just wandering around the neighborhood and commenting on how cool all the costumes were to any child who passed him. 

A few years back, the two of you had taken her to a local farm that included hay rides, haunted houses and general fall fun. She had been far too little to truly understand and enjoy the experience, but Spencer had vowed he would take her back when she was a bit older so she could try out the one thing you had skipped that day: a corn maze.

The adventure began on a fall day in late September when (Y/D/N) was about 4 and a half. By now, you also had a three-month-old baby boy, so the four of you bundled up and made your way to the farm. The atmosphere was buzzing with activity and excitement, as dozens of families wandered around and engaged in the various activities the location offered. 

Your daughter seemed excited, but slightly overwhelmed at the number of people as she kept a tight grip on Spencer’s hand. After taking a hay ride and picking out some pumpkins to take home, there was only one thing left that Spencer wanted to do. As they approached the corn maze, he let go of her hand and knelt down in front of her.

“Sweetheart, would you like to go through the corn maze with daddy?”

He pointed in the direction of the large stalks of corn in the distance.

“What’s a corn maze?” she asked.

“It’s like a game where you have to walk through a path and try to find your way out to the other side and the walls are made of corn,” Spencer explained. “Sometimes, there are paths that don’t go the right way, so you have to go back and try again. It’s really fun!”

She glanced around him at the maze, and then up at you.

“Mommy, do you wanna come too?”

The tiny baby in the stroller had been fussing for the last few minutes and you assumed he was hungry. Going through the corn maze would likely make him more unhappy.

“Mommy’s going to stay out here and feed your brother,” you said. “But you and daddy will have lots of fun in there, and I’ll see you when you come out on the other side, okay?”

You weren’t surprised that the notion of walking through thick corn stalks that were taller than she was, and not knowing exactly how to get out, made her nervous. She had always been a cautious child, even if one of you promised to be there with her. But, it might have been the excitement in Spencer’s voice or the general happiness on the faces of those exiting the maze that gave her that touch of bravery that she needed because, next thing you knew, she was nodding with a wide smile on her face and grabbing Spencer’s hand again as she started making her way toward the start of the maze.

“Bye mommy!” she waved, just before the two of them entered. “Don’t get lonely while we’re gone!”

You laughed, sitting down on a nearby bench and taking your crying son out of his stroller as you watched Spencer and your daughter disappear into the maze. 

On the inside, Spencer took your daughter over to the small map at the start of the maze that - while not giving away the correct path to take - did make a point of specifying where the ending was.

“Okay, we have to find our way from here to there, you see?” Spencer said, pointing at the beginning and end of the maze so she knew where they were. “You think you can find our way out?”

She nodded, even more excited now that she was actually inside. Without another word, she took off in a dash, running ahead of Spencer toward the first crossroads.

“Wait for me!” Spencer called after her, picking up his pace. “I don’t want you to get lost. Stay where I can see you.”

She slowed down slightly, but Spencer knew he would have to be on guard the entire time. His daughter was cautious, but she could also be fearless once she was sure of her self. He watched as she paused, looking both ways as if deciding which one to take, and finally chose to go left. 

Spencer was able to follow her without an issue for the first half of the maze, but she eventually turned a corner and was out of his sight. He didn’t panic, quickening his pace to a jog in order to catch up, but he ended up coming in contact with a larger group who were also working their way through and it slowed him down. By the time they passed, his daughter was nowhere in to be seen. 

On the other side of a wall of corn, (Y/D/N) was having the time of her life. When she eventually hit a wall, she knew to turn back and try another way. She turned around, expecting to see Spencer behind her. When she was met with nothing but an empty path, she frowned. Maybe he was waiting for her around the corner? She ran back in the direction she first came, but turned down the wrong way, leading herself into a totally new area of the maze. Spencer wasn’t there either. A few more twists and turns with no sign of her dad, and that’s when she knew she was lost. 

“Daddy?” she called out, a hint of nervousness in her voice. 

When she received no reply, her bottom lip started to wobble. She remembered what the two of you had told her about what to do if she ever got lost: stay in one spot and wait for you to find her. It was one thing for her to know that, in theory. It was a whole other thing when she was currently lost in a corn maze, and the tall stalks around her were looking more and more like scary monsters in the waning light of the afternoon. 

“D-daddy?” she called again, tears starting to roll down her cheeks, hoping desperately that he would hear her.

Only a few feet away, but on the other side of a wall, Spencer was also starting to panic. It was getting later and later in the afternoon, and the sun - though still a few hours from fully setting - was starting to pull behind the clouds, making the pathways in front of him get darker and harder to navigate clearly. 

“(Y/D/N)?” he shouted, not caring how loud he was. “Baby, where are you?”

He dashed around every corner, looking down each pathway to see if he could locate her, and calling her name over and over again.

Finally, he heard tiny cries echoing from just in front of him. A quick turn to the left and he saw her. She had curled herself in close to one of the corn stalks and looked positively terrified. As soon as she saw him appear, she opened her arms for him.

“Daddy!” she wailed, now out of relief instead of fear.

Spencer rushed over, scooping her up and holding her close.

“Shhhh,” he soothed. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

“I couldn’t see you anymore! I called for you but you didn’t hear me and I got scared!” she blubbered, clinging to his shirt. “Where were you, daddy?”

Her words broke his heart as he smoothed down her hair.

“I was looking for you,” he replied, feeling his heart rate start to return to normal. “You ran off too fast and got too far ahead of me. You need to stay close to me, love, that’s why I told you to slow down and not run off without me. You have to be careful, okay?”

She pulled her face from his neck, nodding in understanding as she continued to sniffle and cry in hiccuping sobs.

“I’m sorry!” she cried, looking completely devastated. “I’m sorry I ran and got lost, I didn’t mean to!”

“Oh sweetheart, it’s okay! I’m not mad at you, you just scared me when I couldn’t find you.” Spencer reassured her. “But, you’re okay. You did really good staying in one spot when you realized you were lost, like mommy and I told you to. That’s how I was able to find you.”

She seemed to calm down a bit after that, and Spencer reached over to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“You okay?” he asked, giving her a comforting smile.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, still pouting and sniffling with the after-effects of her misadventure.

“Alright, let’s find our way out of here,” Spencer said, kissing her forehead. “I think we should find mommy and your brother and head out for a treat.”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a treat, but she opted to stay in Spencer’s arms for the remainder of their time in the maze. By the time you saw them emerge, she looked completely happy and you wouldn’t have known anything had gone awry if she hadn’t immediately ran over to you and exclaimed,

“Mommy, guess what? Daddy got lost!” 

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[noona-clock]

One Night - Part 3

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Park Seo Joon x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

October 31st, Year 4

“Are you sure we have enough candy?” you asked with a deeply furrowed brow.

“No,” Seo Joon answered. “But if we run out, we run out and buy more next year. That’s all we can do, babe.”

You simply let out a sigh as you dumped out the final bag of assorted chocolate candies into the pumpkin-shaped bowl.

Seo Joon hid a smirk as he stepped up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist and bending to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It’ll be fine. Why are you so worried?”

“I’m not worried,” you murmured as you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment. “It’s just... it’s our first Halloween in this house, as a married couple. It would be nice if it was... nice. And not stressful. And telling kids I don’t have candy to give them is stressful.”

“Well...” Seo Joon moved to kiss your cheek, softly blowing a raspberry before he continued. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I stopped on my way home tonight and bought three more bags?”

A smile tugged at your lips, and you turned around in his hold. “Did you really?”

“Yes, I did. I knew you would stress about it.”

You let out a very happy sigh, standing on your toes and pressing your lips to your husband’s. “This is why I married you. Because you know me better than I know myself.”

“And because I buy three large bags of candy we probably won’t need which means you’ll end up getting to eat them.”

You giggled softly against his lips, kissing him about six more times.

The two of you had just gotten married over the summer; it was not only your first major holiday together as Mr. and Mrs., but it was your first Halloween living in the same place.

You’d moved in together after getting engaged, but that had happened just after New Year’s, only about ten months ago. So while you had now spent five Halloweens together (including the one on which you two had met), this was your first one together in an actual house where there would be actual trick-or-treaters.

Even though Halloween still wasn’t your favorite holiday, you were looking forward to it. Everything was just more exciting in this first year of marriage. All the firsts you got to celebrate, all the milestones you reached.

But, you had to admit, it was weird not having your anniversary on Halloween anymore. I mean, not your real one, at least. You could still acknowledge the fact you’d started dating four years ago today, but getting married tended to nullify that with a new anniversary. It was actually kind of frustrating having to start all over. I mean, going from four years to less than one? But whatever, it was totally worth it.

“All right, shall we get the movie started?” Seo Joon murmured, though he definitely seemed like he had no intention of pulling away from your kisses anytime soon.

“Mhm,” you hummed. But you also definitely seemed like you had no intention of pulling away from your kisses anytime soon.

But then you were interrupted by your doorbell ringing, and you jumped almost a foot in the air because you were so surprised.

“Our first trick-or-treaters!” you gasped.

“Okay, don’t panic,” Seo Joon instructed. “Just follow the plan.”

You froze, slowly quirking an eyebrow up at him. “...What’s the plan?”

“Grab the bowl.” He took the bowl from the counter and handed it to you. “Go to the door. Answer it. Give the candy.”

You stared at him with a half-amused, half-confused look on your face.

“You are such a dork,” you told him with a shake of your head. “I know I just said ‘this is why I married you,’ but remind me again why I married you.”

You turned on your heel then and headed for the door, clutching the bowl of candy. And, now that your husband was behind you and no longer looking at your face, you allowed a sneaky smirk to tug on your lips.

“Because I bought extra candy because I knew you would be stressed and because I know you better than you know yourself and because I’m handsome and because I love you.”

“Right, right, right,” you replied quickly as you approached the door. “I can definitely use all of that to overlook the fact you’re a complete dork.”

“You’re one, too!” Seo Joon retorted.

But there was no room for witty repartee now because you had just opened the door and were greeted with a high-pitched chorus of “Trick-or-treat!”

“Oh, wow!” you gasped as you laid eyes on the two cutest kids you’d ever seen. I mean, they might have been the cutest because they were dressed up as a unicorn and a Hogwarts student, but whatever. They were still adorable.

You gave them each a handful of candy (knowing you could afford to be generous because of your own generous husband), smiled at them, waved at their parents hanging back in the driveway, and wished them a Happy Halloween.

“Okay,” you began as you closed the door and set the bowl of candy on the small table you’d set out in the entryway solely for this occasion. “I know we just got married. But I want kids. Like, now.”

“You do not,” Seo Joon smirked. “Those kids were just out of control adorable.”

“I know, but our kids would be out of control adorable!”

“Yes, they would,” he agreed, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you toward the living room so you could start watching the movie. “They will be. When we have them. In a few years.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” you sighed. “For once.”

Of course, both of you wanted children, but you were still young! You were still under thirty, and you would much rather enjoy all the time you could with your new husband. You would much rather travel and rescue a dog and watch primetime TV that wasn’t cartoons (and have sex whenever/wherever you wanted, but shhhh, no one needs to know that) and wait a few years to change your entire lives.

As Seo Joon was bringing up Hocus Pocus on Netflix (it had become your traditional Halloween night movie after that first year), the doorbell rang again. You squealed excitedly before dashing back down the hallway and picking up the bowl of candy.

You exclaimed over a group of Power Rangers, doling out their treats before they left and you skipped back to the living room.

“Halloween is a lot more fun with trick-or-treaters,” you announced as you plopped onto the couch next to Seo Joon.

“Are you going to commandeer the candy? Or do I get a turn?” he asked as he moved to put his arm across the back of the couch behind you.

“You can have a turn!”

Seo Joon grinned over at you, reaching up with his free to hand to take your chin in-between his thumb and index finger. “Do you know how cute you are?”

Before you could respond, he puckered his lips and kissed you quickly.

“You’re very cute,” he whispered.

“Am I... the cutest wife you’ve ever had?”

He burst out laughing, and a huge, goofy smile lit up your face.

“Yes, you are the cutest wife I’ve ever had. And ever will have, thank you very much.”

You beamed over at him before turning back toward the television and settling against the couch.

Even though you’d nestled into Seo Joon’s side countless times now, even though you’d rested your head on his shoulder for who knows how many hours, everything felt new again.

So maybe erasing everything and starting over with a new anniversary after getting married actually made sense.

Because, yes, you had been dating for over three and a half years by the time you’d gotten married. You knew everything about each other, you’d been through ups and downs, you’d seen it all.

But now that you could look at Seo Joon and say ‘That’s my husband,’ things just felt different.

You were probably crazy, but it didn’t matter.

As long as Seo Joon was by your side, nothing truly mattered.

And then the doorbell rang again, and Seo Joon jumped up to take care of this next round of trick-or-treaters.

So... as long as Seo Joon was by your side metaphorically, nothing truly mattered.

Part 4

Master list // RULES // Submit a Request! // Read About the Admins

[hawkinspostbite]

𝐵𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎’𝓈 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

So please tell me how often we see PLATONIC Billy Hargrove things? Not very often :) so here you go !!!

PS: Billy Hargrove is a SHIT person and I’m not gonna ignore that, but sometimes there’s parts of people we don’t see. So I didn’t erase his shitty parts, I just added some better ones. :)

MASTERLIST

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.

- ok let me just start off by saying you two would FUCK SHIT UPPPP at Hawkins

- Anyway let’s start from the beginning Billy was born before you so he had a whole year to himself to soak up being an only child but when you came along he HATED you

- So about the first three years of your life he hated you

- Until you started to actually walk and talk and then you two were inseparable

- When you guys were in middle school he gained his rep as the resident badass and you were right there beside him

- “Oh there go the Hargrove kids” literally Raising HELL in Cali

- It was around that same time when things started to fall apart with your parents

- Your dad never really came after you but you didn’t know it was because Billy would purposely take the fall for you

- You stayed out too late at a party? Billy said it was his fault

- You snuck out to fool around with a boy? Billy took the blame

- In high school you became a little more tame, ya know actually caring about school and stuff

- But ofc you still went wild on weekends

- Finally your parents split for good and within like six months you had a new stepmom and stepsister

- And tbh you didn’t hate having Maxine around (although you could do without her mom)

- But just like Billy you still acted like a little shit to her, but you’d never scream and belittle her just like agitating and being rude sometimes

- You threw a royal temper tantrum when your dad announced you were moving to Indiana

- “What do they even have there? COWS?”

- That was the first time your father ever scared you

- Conveniently Billy was out and it just got bad, you were screaming and Neil was screaming and the second his hand came down onto your face you immediately shut up

- You didn’t speak to your father for days

- When you finally moved to Hawkins you didn’t hate it

- Sure you missed it being warm and sunny, and your first worry was losing your tan you worked so hard for

- You tried your hardest to make Hawkins seem like home, which meant spending as little time at home as possible

- Somehow within like the first week you two had already had reputations

- You didn’t have your own car so you were always riding with Billy and taking max places didn’t bother you

- You went to parties pretty much every weekend, and you made your way around with boys (just like your big bro)

- And you two were soon raising hell in Hawkins

- Now it comes to the Halloween party

- You and Billy had always been competitive which means that ofc you had to challenge him on the keg that night

- You did not beat him but you sure did try

- You got worried when him and his friends went up to Steve and Nancy because you didn’t care that your brother was a complete drunken mess as long as he didn’t kill anybody in the process

- So you were quick to break that up

- And so began your frenemy-ship (?) with Nancy

- You didn’t hate her but you also didn’t like her so

- After a month or so you’d become used to Hawkins, it was nothing like Cali but you managed

- But you hadn’t really noticed that Billy had become progressively worse than normal until that one day he grabbed max

- And so you two had your first real real fight in sixteen years

- “Billy what the hell is wrong with you? Neil will literally kill you if he finds out you touched max? Do you even have a brain? Or has it completely left your head since we got here?”

- “Ah What the hell do you care? All you’ve been focused on is school and whatever dick you’ve been sucking”

- Then you two started screaming at each other just delivering low blow after low blow and then you just couldn’t take it anymore

- So you got out of the car, and just walked home

- You didn’t speak to Billy for days

- Then there was that day you saw max sneaking out and usually you would’ve snitched to Billy but instead you jumped out your window “Hey! Wherever you’re going I’m coming too” Lucas’ jaw dropped bc he didn’t put two and two together (he always thought you were Billy gf, gross)

- So you followed them to the junkyard where you met Steve once again and a cool kid named Dustin

- And somehow you ended up barricading yourself inside a bus and you received the entire story of like the whole past year with the upside down and eleven and the demogorgon within two minutes

- So then you heard really loud roars and gurgling sounds and Steve decided to outside of the bus which was dumb but what was even dumber was the fact that you followed him

- You went HAM on those demo-dogs and saved Steve’s life like 15 times

- After that was over you went to the byers’ house where you met mike (who was pretty cool), will (although he was possessed...), Joyce who was lovely, Jonathan didn’t talk much, Hopper was awesome, and Nancy was there, and then el who was pretty badass for a kid

- Then it came to the infamous fight

- You heard the camaro from like a mile away and instantly went into fight mode

- “Stay away from the window guys” you stood right inside the door, watching through the little peephole as Steve was pushed to the ground. great

- Billy burst through the door “shit y/n I didn’t expect you to be here, with Harrington” he was actually surprised

- You put your hand on his chest as his eyes locked on max and the other kids “ok Billy I know you’re pissed but let’s not get out of hand here” and he shoved you out of the way and you were in shock

- Billy had never, N E V E R laid a hand on you and you were not having that so you stood up and while he was on the ground from Lucas you pushed the kids behind you and just cracked him right on the face

- “You PROMISED me that you would never turn into dad! You fucking pushed me Billy! Who the hell are you? Where is my brother ?!”

- But he just glared at you with pure evil in his eyes and shoved you out of the way, you stumbled, which led you to fall, smacking your head against the counter on the way down and then you were out cold

- When you woke up you had no clue where you were

- Turns out you were in Billy’s car, sitting practically on top of mike

- Steve was freaking the hell out and Dustin was yelling at him, Lucas was yelling at max who was driving ?! Holy shit

- “Somebody please tell me what the H E LLLLLL is going on?!” You screamed but before you could get an answer the car stopped

- at the tunnels max quickly explained how she stabbed Billy with a needle and while he was your brother you were never prouder of Max than that moment

- And you guys torched the tunnels, and el closed the gate and Will became un-infected

- You and max and Billy never mentioned that night

- After that tho you became so close with max it was awesome and you spent a lot of time with the other kids too it was pretty fun

- You didn’t make the first move to make up with Billy surprisingly it was him

- He came into your room one day when you were doing some work “what do you want?”

- “I wanna apologize. For pushing you around that night. I didn’t mean to break that promise but I was just so pissed and you know dad and-“

- “Ya know what bill it’s fine. Just don’t worry about it. “

- He didn’t believe you at first but then you didn’t say anything and he knew that you really meant it

- So it was basically back to normal after that

- You and Billy got messed up at parties on weekends, didn’t take any shit from anyone, and during the week you went to school and hung out with max and her friends

- For the first time in your life you were actually happy

BONUS

- Sitting in one of your rooms and sharing a blunt (shhhh we all know Billy blazed it on the reg)

- Laying on the floor of your room and just listening to music together

- Party pregames we’re always lit

- “Two shots for me, two shots for you”

- “Ok bill you’re not driving then we’ll have to walk”

- “I’m not fucking walking to a party y/n so let’s just hope we don’t die”

- if there wasn’t a party you two would go get ice cream and drive to a random spot and just sit quietly

- You’d always patch him up after fights with your dad

- Helping each other sneak out

- Rolling up to parties together

- Billy can be the best brother or the worst it’s really your choice

[ripleyvansant]

LOCATION: Target / Downtown Palmetto  DATE: November 25th TIME: 6:25 PM TRIGGERS: homophobia, transphobia, depression, panic attack (mention) addiction  MENTIONS: @cadxmitchell, @nguyenalanna, @jenbrookhart, @inoahthingor2, @caseyhxndrix, @averyneel CLOSED

          The car ride back to Palmetto had felt much more lengthy and somber than it had on the way there. Ripley practically sprung from the car as soon as they’d arrived back on campus, even if they’d dropped Casey and Neel off first, he’d gotten out of the car and walked around campus for a bit because Ripley didn’t want to be alone around Cade, even if Alanna was technically there too. He didn’t entirely know what to say anymore, since Cade couldn’t help him figure his current problem out and it was something that he wanted to do on his own. He decided to go for a drive for a little bit before heading back to campus. If he was out, he might as well make the best of it and he pulled into Target to grab a few things he needed. The place was bustling with students who had come back from their breaks and were trying to stock up on supplies as well, but Ripley ignored them as he wandered the aisles in a daze. His phone buzzed and he jumped. Unknown number. Great. 

          “Hello?” he answered, hoping it wasn’t Marshall. 

          “Hey. It’s Etta. I, uh, drove down to see you. To talk. Before I went back to work. Are you... busy?” 

          “No, I...” Ripley bit down on his lip. “I’m just at Target. I... can meet you, in half an hour? Downtown. There’s an antique shop. It’s... probably closed, but... there’s a bench in front of it.” 

          “Oh... okay. Yeah, that works. See you soon.” 

          “Yeah... see you... in a bit.” Ripley hung up the phone and pushed the cart in front of him. He didn’t know why Etta had decided to drive three hours out of her way to see him before going to New York, which was the complete opposite direction. But Ripley wasn’t going to tell her no when she’d come all this way to see him. He quickly checked out and headed downtown, parking the car and walking to the spot he told Etta he’d meet her. For a moment, Ripley nervously thought maybe she was in on Marshall being around the family and wondered if he should just leave before Marshall showed up. But then he spotted her walking up hand in hand with Ren. Ripley smiled, hiding the jealous feeling in his stomach because Etta looked so happy and he wasn’t happy at all. 

          “Hi,” she said, awkwardly. “I, uh, can I sit?” 

          “Sure.” Ripley looked around. An ambush could technically still happen,. He hoped Etta wasn’t dumb enough to do that. “Hey, Ren. How are you?” 

          “Great. And you?” 

          “I’m... surviving,” he responded with a shrug. It was difficult to lie to family, considering he’d basically refused to go home for the holiday; they had to know something was up. Ripley didn’t think he could claim being perfectly fine. 

          “That’s good. I’m gonna go grab a coffee while you two talk. I’ll be back in a moment,” Ren told them and then started walking down the sidewalk. Ripley watched them look back for a second, then continue on. 

          They sat in silence for a moment. He had no idea why she’d even come here, so he didn’t know what he should say. Ripley watched Etta for a moment. She looked like she had no idea what she wanted to say. He could always tell when Etta was thinking because she had this look on her face. The same look she had on her face now. Ripley wished he knew what was going on in her mind. 

          “So, um, are you really doing okay?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. 

          “Of course not,” Ripley scoffed. “I feel like I wasn’t included in the decision to have a shitty person around -- who has now, on multiple occasion, made me uncomfortable -- and I... feel like shit for not being there because I love you all so much. And I spent my entire break with my roommate’s family and they were so nice, but it wasn’t the same. I spent half the time thinking I made the right decision and the other half thinking about how crappy of a sibling I was for leaving you all alone with that asshole.” 

          “If it makes you feel better, we didn’t have a good time.” 

          “Marshall’s Instagram posts didn’t make it seem that way.” 

          “Yeah, well... he wanted to make it seem like we were having a good time, but it was awkward. I think only Pip was having fun. And da--Marshall refused to acknowledge that mom and momma were actually married. He kept referring to Ren as my roommate. I thought Kora was going to fight him on my behalf. Hedwig kept trying to leave to go to a friend’s house. I was really bad.” 

          “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you. I should have known he wa...” he trailed off, feeling a tightness in his chest at just the thought of seeing his dad again. “I...” 

          “Ripley, no. That’s not... it’s not healthy to think like that. You look like you’re about to panic. Come here. What’s wrong?” Etta’s expression showed concern and she held out her arms. 

          “I don’t know.” Ripley leaned forward, letting his sister’s arms embrace him in a tight hug. It wasn’t as good as hugs from his moms, but it was close enough. Etta always did know how to calm him down. “I thought coming to Palmetto would be helpful, but I’m struggling more than I think I should be. Sometimes I can’t even get out of bed and I... I am so stupid.” 

          “You’re not stupid. Depression runs in the family, kiddo. You should talk to someone. Do you have a therapist here? Or a friend?” 

          “I have Cade. But sometimes it’s difficult to talk to him because I have a stupid crush on him. And I mean there’s also Noah and Jen, but I don’t talk to either of them with important things. Or, I have talked to Jen about important things once over a text conversation. I don’t think that counts.” Ripley hugged Etta tighter. “Only Cade knows everything and he doesn’t know everything everything.” 

          “Shhhh. It’s okay,” she rubbed his back. “This might be difficult to hear, but you need a support system here. Not just one or two people. You know that’s why you’re struggling.” 

          “I’m planning to send an email to the school therapist for an appointment this week. I just... I’m afraid of opening up to people. They’re not like you or moms. They don’t have to like me. I don’t want to be known as the addict.”  

          “Ripley, if people aren’t weirded out by your inability to shut your mouth about cryptids or that you wore a dress to Halloween -- don’t give me that look, I follow you on Instagram --, then they won’t judge you based off anything else. Even if you say Cade doesn’t know everything everything -- which, I don’t even know what that means -- then maybe you should tell him everything.” 

          “He doesn’t know about the panic attack.” 

          “What panic attack?” 

          “Nothing.”

          “Ripley Daniel Van Sant, what panic attack?” 

          “I panicked when Marshall tagged me in that photo. I don’t know why.” 

          “I don’t believe you. You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?” 

          “This... is just something I have to figure out on my own. I’m still trying to figure out who I am when I’m not trying to absorb myself into a multitude of different groups. I know I can tell you anything. I just need more time to figure this all out myself.” 

          “Okay. Hey, uh, Ren wanted to go to their parents this year for Christmas. Do you want me to see if they’ll let you tag along if moms end up letting Marshall come? I know you’ll probably want to see moms, I just thought I’d offer.” 

          “Possibly. I think it depends on if Pip’s going to be there or not.” 

          “Just let me know,” she reached out and ruffled his hair. “Don’t think I mentioned this yet, but I like the hair.” 

          “Really? Do you think it’ll go with the orange uniform?” Ripley laughed. “Cade has blue hair.” 

          “Oh, then he really is your type,” Etta teased. “Does he also wear hipster clothing and write poetry?” 

          “Shut up. I’m gonna go find Ren and tell them you slept with a nightlight until you were fourteen,” he teased back and then stood up. Ripley waited for Etta to follow suit and then hooked arms with her to walk in the direction that Ren had gone. Out of all his siblings, he was glad Etta had decided to come down to visit. He missed all of them and her visit just reminded him that he missed home. Etta probably would never know just how happy this visit made him. Hearing it from a family member finally made him realize that he did need to talk to a therapist and it was time he made a few changes to his lifestyle. 

[righthandwriter]

Pretty Princess Chapter 2 ::Habinny::

here’s an update to my brainwashed Vinnie fic! Happy Halloween, Hybrids! Also holy shit EMH updated twice in a row, is it a miracle??? @slendersmut

Read the Second Chapter on AO3

Summary: Vinnie knew he had to pay HABIT back for breaking something expensive, he just didn’t know that HABIT wanted a different kind of payment. He didn’t know that HABIT wanted to use him, and slowly it spiraled from there until Vinnie lost his fucking mind - literally.

Tags: brainwashing, hypnosis, hypnotic cum, bottom!Vinnie, mind break

Vinnie’s eyes slowly opened, staring up at the dull ceiling as he blinked away sleep. He felt weird. Weirder than he usually did when he awoke to the sound of white noise and the occasional ticking of his alarm clock when a minute passed.

He slowly sat up, but flinched as his lower back ached.

Oh.

That’s right.

HABIT had some fun with him again last night. This was the third time that asshole had fucked him and the third time he woke up feeling strange, like his mind was rearranging itself.

Glancing at the clock, Vinnie realized it was 9 in the morning, and after deciding that he wouldn’t get much more sleep than that, he stood and slowly limped his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Hopefully a nice hot shower would wash away his disgust and the sticky purple substance that clung to his thighs.

As he passed by the mirror, he froze. Vinnie turned to look at his reflection and almost panicked at the sight of his gaze. The whites of his eyes had begun shifting to a deep purple. The last time he had checked his reflection, the color was a lighter shade of purple, like lavender, but now it was getting deeper. Did this happen every time HABIT….?

God, the thought terrified him. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He didn’t want to think anymore at all.

Turning on the water, Vinnie slowly enters the shower and cleans up. He thinks of nothing, letting his gaze rest blankly on the shower wall, and before he knew it, the water ran cold and he was forced to get out. Somehow he ended up getting dressed and heading downstairs to get breakfast without breaking down, so that was good.

It didn’t last though.

Vinnie only had the effort to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but as he grabbed a knife to spread the peanut butter, a hand grabbed his own. He jolted at the sudden touch, trying to wedge his own hand away.

“NOW, NOW, PET~ IS THAT ANYWAY TO TREAT YOUR MASTER?”

“Get away, Habit,”

The wicked grin on HABIT’ face faltered and his teasing gaze turned into a sharp glare. His hand reached out, grabbing Vinnie’s chin and squeezing hard as he jerks his face to the side so they’re looking at each other.

“HMM….ONE MORE SHOULD DO THE TRICK, DON’T YOU THINK, PET?”

Vinnie wrenched his face from the other’s grip, turning to finish making breakfast.

“WHY DON’T YOU MAKE ME ONE OF THOSE SANDWICHES, VINSTER?”

“I’m not going to……” but he trailed off. Before Vinnie could stop himself, his body had already moved to set up another plate and make a second sandwich for Habit. He blinks, realizing what he was doing. But….WHY was he doing it?

HABIT reached over, taking the plate off the counter and leaning over Vinnie’s shoulder, “WELL LOOK AT THAT! FOLLOWING ORDERS SO WELL~”

The feeling of Habit’s breath against his neck made Vinnie shudder, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as hard as he could. “G-Go...away…”

“IT’S NOT THAT EASY, PET~ YOU CAN’T JUST EXPECT ME TO LEAVE WHEN YOU SAY. BESIDES, I’M IN CHARGE HERE, NOT YOU,”

And suddenly Habit’s fingers are sliding down Vinnie’s sides. Vinnie tries to shove the other away from him, but he only spurs Habit on. Suddenly his pants are yanked down and Habit’s are too and before Vinnie can plead to be left alone, he’s giving a pained yelp as Habit pushes inside of him.

“AW, LOOK AT YOU, PE, MAKING SUCH PRETTY SOUNDS.”

“G-get off of me!! H-Habit, I don’t want-!!!”

“OH NOT YET, BUT KEEP BEGGING, IT’S KINDA HOT~”

Habit’s already thrusting at a brutal pace, not letting Vinnie adjust at all. He’s only chasing after his own pleasure. Vinnie’s sobs and begging are barely heard, muffled out by Habit’s dirty talk and growls that only make Vinnie’s toes curl.

Eventually, the sobbing gets on Habit’s nerves, so he slides a hand over to shove over Vinnie’s mouth, muffling his noises as he continues his brutal pace. The other’s tears are still rolling down his cheeks though and land on Habit’s hand instead of the countertop below. Pulling his hand away, Habit smirks and licks the salty tears from his hand.

“OOOH VIN, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT YOUR TEARS TASTE /GREAT/,” he growls, grabbing Vinnie’s face and yanking his head back enough to lick the liquid from Vinnie’s cheeks.

A soft whimper leaves Vinnie, along with whatever fight was left. He was exhausted, his limbs ached and Habit didn’t seem to be anywhere near finished with him. Even as the demon dug his teeth into Vinnie’s neck and came deep inside of him, he didn’t seem to be done.

Although…...suddenly, he felt like he didn’t WANT Habit to be finished.

As the last of Habit’s purple seed spills into him, Vinnie’s eyes squeeze shut, and as he opens them...they’re the same bright purple that swirled through Habit’s own gaze.

“IT’S ABOUT TIME. BEING PATIENT ISN’T EXACTLY ONE OF MY STRONG POINTS. HELLO PET, WILL YOU BE GOOD NOW~?”

His voice rings through Vinnie’s ears, a question that can only be answered one way. Slowly, Vinnie nods, a sweet mewl leaving him as he manages to shift in the demon’s arms and wrap his arms tightly around him, holding onto his master with a new sense of obedience and need.

“Y-yes. Good….pleeease, more, p-please want more-“

“OH? BEGGING ALREADY? NOW THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR,”

A soft whine is his response.

“SINCE YOU’VE DECIDED TO BE A GOOD BOY, I THINK YOU DESERVE A REWARD NOW. WHAT KIND OF REWARD WOULD YOU LIKE? YOU CAN RIDE ME,” he suggests with a toothy grin, “OR YOU CAN SUCK ME OFF, MAYBE SIT ON MY COCK FOR ANOTHER MOVIE MARATHON, LIKE WE DID THE FIRST TIME,”

His fingers graze Vinnie’s arm as he speaks, suddenly much softer now that he has the human under his control.

“Wanna, Wanna ride you! Please, master, please, please, please, pl-“

A finger rests over his lips to quiet him.

“HUSH, PET. NO NEED TO BEG UNLESS I WANT YOU TOO. YOU’VE ASKED SO NICELY THOUGH, HOW CAN I SAY NO?”

With a smirk, Habit leads his brainwashed toy to the next room, sitting comfortably in his recliner and flicking on the tv without a second thought. He grabs Vinnie’s squishy waist and yanks him onto his cock, a wild smirk on his face when Vinnie gasps and whimpers once more. His pet makes such pretty noises.

It doesn’t take much encouragement to get Vinnie started, and seeing his pet slowly lift himself up and drop back down is such a treat. He should have brainwashed Vinnie ages ago!

Habit gets lost in his own monologue thoughts as Vinnie rides him, holding tight to his new master’s shoulders as he focuses on reaching his own orgasm. The faster he moves, the louder his moans become, and it isn’t long until he’s sobbing with need.

“Ah! Ah! Habit! M-master please, please, please, more! Nnn-!”

“YOU MAKE SUCH A CUTE PET, DON’T YOU, VIN?”

Habit’s fingers dig into Vinnie’s sides as he speaks, purring at how good his new pet is being. Taking everything he gives him, begging for more, doing as he’s told. This is perfect!

“BOUNCING ON MY COCK LIKE SUCH A SLUT! THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE, AREN’T YOU? A SLUT! /MY/ SLUT. MY PERFECT LITTLE COCKSLUT, YOU'LL TAKE ANYTHING I GIVE YOU, WON’T YOU?”

“Ye-e-e-es!” Vinnie gasps as he bounces, his thighs aching as he moves, but he keeps going. “P-Perfect for- for you! Ah-ah-ah! Wanna be perfect, mmm!! For you!!!”

Habit just grins and reaches down to grab his cock, stroking quickly to get his pet off. The moans and sobs that follow only spur on the sick entertainment he’s getting from this. Even the sound of Vinnie sobbing and cumming all over himself make the demon laugh loudly.

As Vinnie comes down from his high, a defeated sob leaves him and he crumples forward in Habit’s lap. The demon’s arms wrap around him, gently rubbing his back.

“SHHHH, VIN, IT’S ALRIGHT NOW. IT’S OVER. THIS IS WHERE YOU BELONG NOW,”

And with a tired moan, Vinnie can do nothing but believe him. His eyes close, his breakfast forgotten for now, and the last light of hope draining from his eyes.

This is where he belongs now.